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Rh For who would gravely set his face

To go to this or t'other place?

There's nothing under Heav'n so blue

That's fairly worth the travelling to.

On every hand the roads begin,

And people walk with zeal therein;

But wheresoe'er the highways tend,

Be sure there's nothing at the end.

Then follow you, wherever hie

The travelling mountains of the sky.

Or let the streams in civil mode

Direct your choice upon a road;

For one and all, or high or low,

Will lead you where you wish to go;

And one and all go night and day

Over the hills and far away!