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Page 40 - And glow like it; Lord, I confess too, when I dine, The pulse is thine, And all those other bits that be There placed by thee ; The worts, the purslain, and the mess Of water-cress, Which of thy kindness thou hast sent ; And my content Makes those, and my beloved beet, To be more sweet.
Page 39 - A Thanksgiving to God for His House. LORD, thou hast given me a cell Wherein to dwell, A little house, whose humble roof Is weatherproof, Under the spars of which I lie Both soft and dry ; Where thou, my chamber for to ward. Hast set a guard Of harmless thoughts, to watch and keep ! Me while I sleep. Low is my porch, as is my fate, Both void of state ; And yet the threshold of my door < Is worn by th' poor, Who thither come and freely get Good words or meat.
Page 40 - ... plenty-dropping hand That soils my land, And giv'st me, for my bushel sown, Twice ten for one ; Thou mak'st my teeming hen to lay Her egg each day ; Besides, my healthful ewes to bear Me twins each year ; The while the conduits of my kine Run cream, for wine : All these, and better, thou dost send Me, to this end, — That I should render, for my part, A thankful heart ; Which, fired with incense, I resign, As wholly thine ; —But the acceptance, that must be, My Christ, by Thee.
Page 40 - Make me a fire, Close by whose living coal I sit, And glow like it. Lord, I confess, too, when I dine, The pulse is thine, And all those other bits that be There placed by thee. The worts, the purslain, and the mess Of water-cress, Which of...
Page 40 - The worts, the purslain, and the mess Of water-cress, Which of thy kindness thou hast sent; And my content Makes those, and my beloved beet, To be more sweet. Tis thou that crown'st my glittering hearth With guiltless mirth; And giv'st me wassail bowls to drink, Spiced to the brink.