Will the Wild-Ox be pleased to be thy servant? or lodge for the night by thy crib?

My root, is laid open to the waters, and, the dew, shall lodge for the night in my boughs;

Ill-clad, they are left to lodge without clothing, and have no covering in the cold;

Outside, the sojourner lodged not for the night, My doors - to the wayfarer, I threw open.