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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507299" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Thanksgiving to God for His House</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord, Thou hast given me a cell <br>Wherein to dwell; <br>An little house, whose humble roof <br>Is weather-proof; <br>Under the spars of which I lie <br>Both soft and dry; <br>Where Thou my chamber for to ward <br>Hast set a guard <br>Of harmless thoughts, to watch and keep <br>Me, while I sleep. <br>Low is my porch as is my fate, <br>Both void of state;<br>And yet the threshold of my door <br>Is worn by'th' poor, <br>Who thither come, and freely get <br>Good words, or meat; <br>Like as my parlour, so my hall <br>And kitchen's small; <br>A little butterie and therein <br>A little bin, <br>Which keeps my little loaf of bread <br>Unchipp'd, unflay'd; <br>Some brittle sticks of thorn or briar <br>Make me a fire, <br>Close by whose living coal I sit, <br>And glow like it. <br>Lord, I confess too, when I dine, <br>The pulse is Thine,<br>And all those other bits that be <br>There plac'd by Thee; <br>The worts, the purslain, and the mess <br>Of water-cress, <br>Which of Thy kindness Thou hast sent; <br>And my content <br>Makes those, and my beloved beet, <br>To be more sweet. <br>'Tis Thou that crown'st my glitt'ring hearth <br>With guiltless mirth; <br>And giv'st me wassail bowls to drink, <br>Spic'd to the brink. <br>Lord, 'tis Thy plenty-dropping hand <br>That soils my land; <br>And giv'st me, for my bushel sown, <br>Twice ten for one; <br>Thou mak'st my teeming hen to lay <br>Her egg each day; <br>Besides my healthful ewes to bear <br>Me twins each year; <br>The while the conduits of my kine <br>Run cream (for wine.) <br>All these, and better Thou dost send <br>Me, to this end, <br>That I should render, for my part, <br>A thankful heart, <br>Which, fir'd with incense, I resign <br>As wholly Thine; <br>But the acceptance, that must be, <br>My Christ, by Thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Herrick">Robert Herrick</a><div class=q>
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Wherein to dwell; 
An little house, whose humble roof 
Is weather-proof; 
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 ..."></div>
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