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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507300" 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>A 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 buttery, and therein<br>A little bin,<br>Which keeps my little loaf of bread<br>Unchipt, unflead;<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 placed 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 glittering hearth<br>With guiltless mirth,<br>And giv'st me wassail bowls to drink,<br>Spiced 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, fired 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;
A 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 keep
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