John McCrae (Джон Маккрей)

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.

1. The Dying of Pere Pierre
2. The Harvest of the Sea
3. Upon Watts’ Picture ”Sic Transit”
4. Unsolved
5. The Shadow of the Cross

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