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Surely, O friends, where brancheth into twain

One track, in wilderment have I in vain

Sought the straight path I travelled hitherto!

Was it some wind that from the right course blew

Me, as a boat drifts chartless o’er the sea?

Nay, Muse, ’tis thine, if thou for silver fee

Didst covenant to uplift thy voice in singing,

To send it this way now, now that way ringing,