On a Heartening Note...
or This Is Really All There Is To This Poem, I swear

Now hollow fires burn out to black,
  And lights are guttering low:
Square your shoulders, lift your pack,
  And leave your friends and go.

Oh never fear, man, nought's to dread,
  Look not to left nor right:
In all the endless road you tread
  There's nothing but the night.

~A.E. Housman

Just make sure you're packing a good deal of alcohol.