Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head – Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Like one that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head –
Because he knows a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
