Poem September 21, 1899 Issue

The Two Guests

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Worry and Fret were two little men
That knocked at my door again and again:
"O, pray let us in but to tarry a night,
And we will be off with the dawning of light."
At last, moved to pity, I opened the door
To shelter these travelers, hungry and poor;
But when, on the morrow, I bade them adieu,
They said, quite unmoved, "We'll tarry with you."
And, deaf to entreaty and callous to threat,
These troublesome guests abide with me yet. Selected.

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