It's the place our hastening feet

  shall not find, for indeed it seems,

  that for each step, it will retreat,

  out of reach, like wayward dreams.

  Far-veiled in blue, crimson and grey

  It calls to us, elusive, fair

  To seek and find it every day,

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  a temptress in the morning air.

  With cheerful hearts and courage then,

  we rise and walk at break of dawn,

  and hope to find our journey's end,

  with hopeful hearts, then, we press on.

  Until we see, in the eve,

  That distant railing in the west,

  and know it will ever deceive,

  those pursuing this weary quest