And fearless Poverty shall guard the door;

And Taste unspoil’d the frugal table spread,

And Industry supply the humble store;

And Sleep unbrib’d his dews refreshing shed;

White-mantled Innocence, ethereal sprite,

Shall chase far off the goblins of the night;

And Independence o’er the day preside,

Propitious power! my patron and my pride!

Tobias Smollett, 1721–1771.

XX.
Autumn.