The changing guests, each in a different mood, br Sit at the roadside table and arise: br And every life among them in like wise br Is a soul's board set daily with new food. br What man has bent o'er his son's sleep, to brood br How that face shall watch his when cold it lies?— br Or thought, as his own mother kissed his eyes, br Of what her kiss was when his father wooed? br May not this ancient room thou sitt'st in dwell br In separate living souls for joy or pain? br Nay, all its corners may be painted plain br Where Heaven shows pictures of some life spent well; br And may be stamped, a memory all in vain, br Upon the sight of lidless eyes in Hell.