Megalithic Poems

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Let no rude hand disturb this hallowed sod,
Or move stones sacred to the Briton's god
-- Avenging spirits o'er the place preside,
And bold profaners evil will betide.
Sons of the soil,--with faithful watch and ward,
This holy precinct be it your's to guard.

Rev. F. Kilvert

First posted on TMA some 8 years ago! Couple more to follow...

Like that, although I guess as a vicar he was referring to, er, God as the Briton's God. Or perhaps he wasn't?