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

It's wisdom to recognize necessity, when all other courses have been weighed, though as folly it may appear to those who cling to false hope.

"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.

Oft hope is born, when all is forlorn.

The Road goes ever on and on down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, and I must follow, if I can, pursuing it with eager feet, until it joins some larger way where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say.