LET me thy properties explain: br A rotten cabin dropping rain: br Chimneys, with scorn rejecting smoke; br Stools, tables, chairs, and bedsteads broke. br Here elements have lost their uses, br Air ripens not, nor earth produces: br In vain we make poor Sheelah toil, br Fire will not roast, nor water boil. br Through all the valleys, hills, and plains, br The Goddess Want, in triumph reigns: br And her chief officers of state, br Sloth, Dirt, and Theft, around her wait.