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292 VII.

is this Edifice, and Thou hast seen

Buildings, albeit rude, that have maintained

Proportions more harmonious, and approached

To somewhat of a closer fellowship

With the ideal grace. Yet as it is

Do take it in good part:—alas! the poor

Vitruvius of our village, had no help

From the great City; never on the leaves

Of red Morocco folio saw displayed

The skeletons and pre-existing ghosts

Of Beauties yet unborn, the rustic Box,

Snug Cot, with Coach-house, Shed and Hermitage.

Thou seest a homely Pile, yet to these walls

The heifer comes in the snow-storm, and here

The new-dropped lamb finds shelter from the wind.

And hither does one Poet sometimes row