Does the road wind uphill all the way?
_Yes, to the very end._
Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
_From morn to night, my friend._
But is there for the night a resting-place?
_A roof for when the slow dark hours begin._
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
_You cannot miss the inn._
Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
_Those who have gone before._
Then must I knock or call when just in sight?
_They will not keep you standing at the door._
Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
_Of labor you shall find the sum._
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
_Yes, beds for all who come._
--Christina G. Rossetti.