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Rh "Gentle pilgrim, tell me why Dost thou fold thine arms and sigh, And wistful cast thine eyes around?— Whither, pilgrim, art thou bound?" "The road to Zion's gates I seek; If thou canst inform me, speak." "Keep yon right-hand path with care, Though crags obstruct, and brambles tear; You just discern a narrow track,— Enter there, and turn not back." "Say where that pleasant path-way leads, Winding down yon flowery meads? Song and dance the way beguiles, Every face is drest in smiles."