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John McCrae

Mine Host

There stands a hostel by a travelled way;
    Life is the road and Death the worthy host;
Each guest he greets, nor ever lacks to say,
    "How have ye fared?" They answer him, the most,
"This lodging place is other than we sought;
    We had intended farther, but the gloom
Came on apace, and found us ere we thought:
    Yet will we lodge. Thou hast abundant room."

Within sit haggard men that speak no word,
    No fire gleams their cheerful welcome shed;
No voice of fellowship or strife is heard
    But silence of a multitude of dead.
"Naught can I offer ye," quoth Death, "but rest!"
And to his chamber leads each tired guest.

 
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John McCrae
 
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