The road is growing straighter,
And rocks now cease to tear,
But the light is growing dimmer,
True vision now is rare.
Is there a street sign to guide my way?
No.
Is there torch to bring the light of day?
No.
Courage is all there is to gain.
Peace is all there is to feign.
E'en if all the hope in me is vain,
It's better than not having any.
-Emma Woodhouse
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