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THESE are the signs to Nature's inns,Her invitation broadFor whomsoever famishingTo taste her mystic bread.
These are the rites of Nature's house,The hospitalityThat opens with an equal widthTo beggar or to bee.
For sureties of her staunch estate,Her undecaying cheer,The purple in the East is setAnd in the North, the star.
