33. To the Genius of His House
Command the roof, great Genius, and from thenceInto this house pour down thy influence,That through each room a golden pipe may runOf living water by thy benizon;Fulfil the larders, and with strength’ning breadBe ever-more these bins replenished.Next, like a bishop consecrate my ground,That lucky fairies here may dance their round;And, after that, lay down some silver pence,The master’s charge and care to recompence.Charm then the chambers; make the beds for ease,More than for peevish pining sicknesses;Fix the foundation fast, and let the roofGrow old with time, but yet keep weather-proof.