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 THE PILGRIM AT ROME

To go to Rome Is much of trouble, little of profit: The King whom thou seekest here, Unless thou bring Him with thee, thou wilt not find. HOSPITALITY

O King of stars! Whether my house be dark or bright, Never shall it be closed against any one, Lest Christ close His house against me.

If there be a guest in your house And you conceal aught from him, 'Tis not the guest that will be without it, But Jesus, Mary's Son. THE BLACKBIRD

Ah, blackbird, thou art satisfied Where thy nest is in the bush: Hermit that clinkest no bell, Sweet, soft, peaceful is thy note. MOLING SANG THIS

When I am among my elders I am proof that sport is forbidden: When I am among the mad young folk They think that I am their junior.