And if ever at length, out of our separate and sad ways, we should all come together into one common house, I have a hope, to which I cling dearly, that my mountain Plymouth Brother will hasten to shake hands with me again.

倘若终有一天，我们走出各自悲伤的道路，齐聚同一个家园，我珍惜并紧握着一个希望：那位山中的普利茅斯弟兄，会再一次急切地走来与我握手。