The path forks off and goes another way,

nor you nor I know where the trail will trend.

It leads up high into the misty grey.

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And full of ardor, friends line up to say

that they will join our journey to ascend

the path that forks and goes another way.

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But curving switchbacks climb on through the day,

and looking on, we see at every bend,

it leads up high into the misty grey.

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And time and toil pressure most to say

the effort calls for more than they will spend

on paths that forked and went another way.

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Hours hence, and only we will pay

the price on which discoveries depend.

We hike on, high, into the misty grey.

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And suddenly we burst into the day–

a sunlit mountain epoch in the end.

The path forks off and goes another way,

but leads up high and through the misty grey.

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