I WENT to knock at Riches' door; They threw me a farthing the threshold o'er. To the door of Love did I then repair— But fifteen others already were there. To Honor's castle I took my flight— They opened to none but to belted knight. The house of Labor I sought to win— But I heard a wailing sound within. To the house of Content I sought the way— But none could tell me where it lay. One quiet house I yet could name, Where last of all, I'll admittance claim; Many the guests that have knocked before, But still—in the grave—there's room for more. |