Thou, the Traveler ’pon the path o’ me.
And, Brother, thou dost give
That which world doth hold
From see o’ me!
Stand thou! Stand thou!
And draw thy cloak from o’er thy face!
Ever hath the dread o’ thee
Clutched at the heart o’ me.
Aye, and at the end o’ journey,
I beseech thee,