HOSPITALITY


Whether my house is dark or bright,
I close it not on any wight,
Lest Thou, hereafter, King of Stars,
Against me close Thy Heavenly bars.

If from a guest who shares thy board
Thy dearest dainty thou shalt hoard,
'Tis not that guest, O never doubt it,
But Mary's Son shall do without it.




THE BLACKBIRD


Ah, Blackbird, that at last art blest
Because thy nest is on the bough,
No Hermit of the clinking bell,
How soft and well thy notes fall now.



MOLING SANG THIS