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E have travelled through the darkness, Thou and I, for many days Till we wondered at the sunshine, When at length we felt its rays. Chill and lonely was the pathway, Only lighted by the snow, With the cutting east wind only To declare how we should go. On our right, the frozen river, Where the drowned lay asleep On our left, the rocky mountain, So precipitously steep All around the gloomy shadows Of the failures gone before While the leafless branches whispered, We should do no less, no more.