Fragment from "The Four Candles"
Thus from the village where aloof
A cottage rears its humble roof,
Of dirt and clay compos'd, a shrine,
To gentle goddess Cloacine;
Close by its side devoted stands,
There placed by careful Clodpole's hands,
Lest the first storm, that frowns on day,
Should blow the tottering pile away.
A cottage rears its humble roof,
Of dirt and clay compos'd, a shrine,
To gentle goddess Cloacine;
Close by its side devoted stands,
There placed by careful Clodpole's hands,
Lest the first storm, that frowns on day,
Should blow the tottering pile away.
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