FOR A GUEST ROOM

All words are said,

And may it fall

That, crowning these,

You here shall find

A friendly bed,

A sheltering wall,

Your body’ s ease,

A quiet mind.

May you forget

In happy sleep

The world that still

You hold as friend,

And may it yet

Be ours to keep

Your friendly will

To the world’ s end.

For he is blest

Who, fixed to shun

All evil, when

The worst is known,

Counts, east and west,

When life is done,

His debts to men

In love alone.