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To the Hostess
Spring's boundless buds, or Summer's bloom, Fair Autumn's fruit, cold Winter's gloom - - Unchanging - Each were weariness, - Succeeding, each is strong to bless.
Monotony's dull dreariness, Changes to restful cheeriness.
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Beneath this roof have many times Assembled guests from many climes - Burdened by cares too constant bourn Have met in weariness - & worn.
But in soft airs of sympathy - That 'neath this rooftree ever play - The toil of each soon grows to be The rest of all; and on his way --
Each guest as from a holyday, Refreshed, & pitched on higher key To work go as singing on his way.
Blest be the hostess who controls, This hostery for weary souls! And strength come to her night & day.
[O.B.?.] September 23 - 1902