True and constant, straight and narrow
Running through thick clouds of shadow
Over hills and 'cross deep valleys
Led the path to yonder Morrows
		I wake-
So as I face the coming Day
My feet set fast upon the Path
I take a hope and courage bright
That I might stay the course through Night

And win my soul a place to lie
Within the City 'top the hill
For a moment my feet to rest
And then take on my Journey still

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