Command The Roof, Great Genius, And From Thence Into This House Pour Down Thy Influence, That Through Each Room A Golden Pipe May Run Of Living Water By Thy Benizon; Fulfil The Larders, And With Strength'Ning Bread Be 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 Roof Grow Old With Time, But Yet Keep Weather-Proof.