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To His Household Gods.
By Robert Herrick
Rise, household gods, and let us go;
But whither I myself not know.
First, let us dwell on rudest seas;
Next, with severest savages;
Last, let us make our best abode
Where human foot as yet ne'er trod:
Search worlds of ice, and rather there
Dwell than in loathed Devonshire.
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To his Household Gods. Obviously written at the time of his ejection from his living.
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