There are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the place of their self-content;
There are souls like read more

There are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the place of their self-content;
There are souls like stars that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths
Where highways never ran,--
But let me live by the side of the road,
And be a friend to man.

Oh that I had in the wilderness a lodging-place of wayfaring men;
that I might leave my people, and read more

Oh that I had in the wilderness a lodging-place of wayfaring men;
that I might leave my people, and go from them! for they be all
adulterers, an assembly of treacherous men.

Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night.

Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night.

You must come home with me and be my guest;
You will give joy to me, and I will read more

You must come home with me and be my guest;
You will give joy to me, and I will do
All that is in my power to honour you.

Wherever the storm carries me, I go a willing guest.
[Lat., Quo me cumque rapit tempestas deferor hospes.]

Wherever the storm carries me, I go a willing guest.
[Lat., Quo me cumque rapit tempestas deferor hospes.]

Axylos, Teuthranos's son that dwelt in stablished Arisbe; a man
of substance dear to his fellows; for his dwelling read more

Axylos, Teuthranos's son that dwelt in stablished Arisbe; a man
of substance dear to his fellows; for his dwelling was by the
road-side and he entertained all men.

Let me live in my house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by;
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Let me live in my house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by;
They are good, they are bad; they are weak, they are strong,
Wise, foolish,--so am I;
Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat,
Or hurl the cynic's ban?
Let me live in my house by the side of the road,
And be a friend to man.

Hail, guest, we ask not what thou art;
If friend, we greet thee, hand and heart;
If read more

Hail, guest, we ask not what thou art;
If friend, we greet thee, hand and heart;
If stranger, such no longer be;
If foe, our love shall conquer thee.

No, truly, 'tis more than manners will;
And I have heard it said, unbidden guests
Are often read more

No, truly, 'tis more than manners will;
And I have heard it said, unbidden guests
Are often welcomest when they are gone.