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Show MT OWN POUH WAXX8. The storm and night Is on the waste. Wild through the wind the herdsman calls. As fast on willing nag I haste Home to my own four walls. Black, tossing clouds, with scarce a glimmer. Envelop earth like sevenfold palls; But wlfekin watches, coffee pot doth simmer. sim-mer. Home In my ownyfour walla A horns and wlf7 1, too, have got, A hearth to blase, whate'er befalls; What needs a man that I have not Within my own four -walls? King George has palaces of pride, And armed grooms must ward those halls; Wlth-one stout bolt I safe abide Within my own four walls. Not all his men may sever this; It yields to friends' and monarchs' calls; My whlnstone house my castle is I have my own four walls. When fools or knaves do make a rout With glgmen, dinners, balls, csbals, I turn my $ack and shut them out I hoVe my own (our walls. The moorland house, though rude it be. May stand the brunt when prouder falls; 'Twill screen my wife, my books, and me. All in my own four walla Thomas Carlyle. |