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Hospitality

A few gourd leaves that waved about
Cut down and boiled;--the feast how spare!
But the good host his spirits takes,
Pours out a cup, and proves them rare.

A single rabbit on the mat,
Or baked, or roast:--how small the feast!
But the good host his spirits takes,
And fills the cup of every guest.

A single rabbit on the mat,
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Kevin Patrick 22 January 2018

The translation of this is a little difficult to understand, is the message that what little there is, that the real bounty is sharing with the company of others? , still an interesting attempt.

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