THE LAST HOSTEL.
At tho end of the world a Hostel stands, It is tho last of all, Last on the road that is ever trod From dawn till evonfall. And the Host is there at the open door. With a smile that is grave and quaint, Ho welcomes rich, ho welcomes poor, Siniior as well as Saint. "Turn in," lie cries, "the night is deep, Turn in and pray your prayer, My beds are narrow, but ah l , the sleep— STo never can find elsewhere!" And Life draws near with its motley crew, Making a merry din. And they try to stay the travellers , way. And keep them from the Inn. But the old man laughs his gentle laugh, "Come in, come in," cries he, "Life cannot give you a cup to quaff Like that ye shall quaff with me." Turn in," he cries, "turn in to me, Life cannot make you blest, The cup of Life is vanity. The cup I give is 'Rest.'" -"Pall Mall Gazette."
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Dominion, Volume 2, Issue 449, 6 March 1909, Page 11
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169THE LAST HOSTEL. Dominion, Volume 2, Issue 449, 6 March 1909, Page 11
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