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They are ashamed who leave so soon / The Inn of Grief -- who thought to stay / Through many a faithful sun and moon, / Yet tarry but a day.
Shame-faced I watch them pay the score, / Then straight with eager footsteps press / Where waits beyond its rose-wreathed door / The Inn of Happiness.
I wish I did not know that here, / Here too -- where they have dreamed to stay / So many and many a golden year / They lodge but for a day.