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If my hand do the work that's fasten'd on me. Let's pass to it as quickly as thou wilt, And do not speak to me.

Well met, my friends! well met! for we despair'd Of ever seeing you.

Yet we have heard your voices many times, Now calling us on this side, now on that, As tho' you had from place to place still skipp'd, Like Will o'the Wisp, to lose us on our way.

We've far'd alike: so have we thought of you.

Have you discover'd aught of those we seek?

No; all is still, as far as we have travers'd: No gleaming torch gives notice from afar, Nor trampling hoofs found on the distant road.

Then must we take again our sev'ral routs, That haply we may learn, ere he approach,