Oft hope is born, when all is forlorn.

Still round the corner there may wait, A new road or a secret gate.

You can only come to the morning through the shadows.

"Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkenss." ~

Go back?" he thought. "No good at all! Go sideways? Impossible! Go forward? Only thing to do! On we go!" So up he got, and trotted along with his little sword held in front of him and one hand feeling the wall, and his heart all of a patter and a pitter.

Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go
To heal my heart and drown my woe
Rain may fall, and wind may blow
And many miles be still to go
But under a tall tree will I lie
And let the clouds go sailing by