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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Rivers to the Sea by Sara Teasdale: And called for a cup of wine,
But the Host went by with averted eye
From a thirst as keen as mine.
Then I sat down with weariness
And asked a bit of bread,
But the Host went by with averted eye
And never a word he said.
While always from the outer night
The waiting souls came in
With stifled cries of sharp surprise
At all the light and din.
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