THE POET’S CORNER.

Rangitikei Advocate and Manawatu Argus, Volume XXXIV, Issue 9352, 22 January 1909, Page 7

THE POET’S CORNER.

THE LAST HOSTEL. At the end of the world a Hostel stands, ' It is the last of all. Last on a road that is ever trod From dawn till evenfall. And the Host is there at the open door, With a smile that is grave and qnaint, He welcomes rich, he welcomes poor, Sinner as well as Saint. “Turn in,” he cries, ‘‘the night is deep, Turn in and pray your prayer, My beds are narrow, but ah! the sleep— Ye 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 him from the' Inn. But the old man laughs his gentle laugh, “Gome in, come in s ,” 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 yon blest, The cup of Liife is vanity, , The cup I give is ‘Rest.* ” —Pall Mall Gazette. ’