“He dwells hard by the highway:
of hosts he is the best
That ever had a rooftree.
His heart is aye possest
Of kindness, as of flowers
are meadows in sweet May;
If he can succour heroes,
glad will he be the day.”
“He dwells hard by the highway:
of hosts he is the best
That ever had a rooftree.
His heart is aye possest
Of kindness, as of flowers
are meadows in sweet May;
If he can succour heroes,
glad will he be the day.”