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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

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

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (November 30, 1872 – January 28, 1918) was a Canadian poet, physician, author, artist and soldier during Worl…

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