step by step, many miles to go
farther farther the goal to row,
the roads are dry, the trees so bare,
no shade to stop by, no water to share,
life is for some, such a long show,
the feet are worn out, Will so low,
but a hope beckons from a distant light,
of love, of home, of rest, where all is right,
in the deepest of sorrows, flicker of love,
is all that is needed, to urge us on—- move.
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