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 My master is of churlish disposition
 And little recks to find the way to heaven
  By doing read more 
 My master is of churlish disposition
 And little recks to find the way to heaven
  By doing deeds of hospitality. 
Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.
Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.
 When friends are at your hearthside met,
 Sweet courtesy has done its most
  If you have made read more 
 When friends are at your hearthside met,
 Sweet courtesy has done its most
  If you have made each guest forget
   That he himself is not the host. 
A host in himself.
A host in himself.
 The lintel low enough to keep out pomp and pride;
 The threshold high enough to turn deceit aside;
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 The lintel low enough to keep out pomp and pride;
 The threshold high enough to turn deceit aside;
  The doorband strong enough from robbers to defend;
   This door will open at a touch to welcome every friend. 
 Be kindly affectioned one to another with brotherly love; in 
honour preferring one another;
 Not slothful in business; read more 
 Be kindly affectioned one to another with brotherly love; in 
honour preferring one another;
 Not slothful in business; fervent in spirit; serving the Lord;
  Rejoicing in hope; patient in tribulation; continuing instant in 
prayer;
   Distributing to the necessity of saints; given to hospitality. 
 Be it not in thy care. Go,
 I charge thee, invite them all; let in the tide
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 Be it not in thy care. Go,
 I charge thee, invite them all; let in the tide
  Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide. 
What is there more kindly than the feeling between host and guest?
What is there more kindly than the feeling between host and guest?
 There are hermit souls that live withdrawn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 There are hermit souls that live withdrawn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.