Travellers’ Song

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Travellers’ Song

Bands of dark and bands of light

Lie athwart the homeward way;

Now we cross a belt of Night,

Now a strip of shining Day!

Now it is a month of June,

Now December’s shivering hour;

Now rides high loved memories’ Moon,

Now the Dark is dense with power!

Summers, winters, days, and nights,

Moons, and clouds, they come and go;

Joys and sorrows, pains, delights,

Hope and fear, and yes and no.

All is well: come, girls and boys,

Not a weary mile is vain!

Hark⁠—dim laughter’s radiant noise!

See the windows through the rain!