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Beneath yon tree sits humble / A squalid, hunchbacked house, / With roof precipitous, / And mossy walls that crumble.
Bolted and barred the shanty. / But from its must and mould, / Like breath of lips in cold, / Comes respiration scanty.
A vapour upward welling, / A slender, silver streak, / To God bears tidings meek / Of the soul in the little dwelling.