rose-lit hills of the dying day And the Land of Rainbow’s-End.”

“Thou’rt old,” young Faintheart cried, “thou’rt old,

And there’s many a league to go;

At the farther end of the bow.”

“I am old, I am old,” said the Pilgrim gray,

“But ever my way I’ll wend

And the Land of Rainbow’s-End.”

 “Come, rest thee, rest thee by my side; Give o’er thy doomsday quest.” “Have done, have done!” the Pilgrim cried: “The light wanes in the west.[Pg 96]  The road is long, but I shall not tire; I will lay my bones, God send, By the beautiful City of Heart’s Desire, In the Land of Rainbow’s-End.”

“Come, rest thee, rest thee by my side;

Give o’er thy doomsday quest.”

“Have done, have done!” the Pilgrim cried:

“The light wanes in the west.

[Pg 96]

I will lay my bones, God send,

In the Land of Rainbow’s-End.”

 “Then it’s ho, for a pack!” sang the Pilgrim gray, “And a stout oak staff for friend, And it’s over the hills and far away To the Land of Rainbow’s-End.”

“Then it’s ho, for a pack!” sang the Pilgrim gray,

“And a stout oak staff for friend,

To the Land of Rainbow’s-End.”

[Pg 97]

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