A Thankful Heart
Robert Herrick
1591 to 1674
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Spiced to the brink.
Make me a fire,
Wherein to dwell;
Both soft and dry;
The pulse is thine,
With guiltless mirth,
Both void of state;
And giv'st me, for my bushel sown,
All these, and better, thou dost send
That soils my land,
'Tis thou that crown'st my glittering hearth
And all those other bits that be
My Christ, by Thee.
Run cream, for wine:
There placed by thee;
Twice ten for one;
The while the conduits of my kine
And yet the threshold of my door
Me twins each year;
A thankful heart;
And glow like it.
Me, while I sleep.
And giv'st me wassail bowls to drink,
Under the spars of which I lie
Lord, thou hast given me a cell,
Lord, 'tis thy plenty-dropping hand
Lord, I confess too, when I dine,
To be more sweet.
Low is my porch, as is my fate;
And my content
A little buttery, and therein
Which of thy kindness thou hast sent;
As wholly thine;
The worts, the purslain, and the mess
Unchipt, unflead;
Makes those, and my belovèd beet,
That I should render, for my part,
Some brittle sticks of thorn or briar
Her egg each day;
Which keeps my little loaf of bread
Thou mak'st my teeming hen to lay
Close by whose living coal I sit,
Besides, my healthful ewes to bear
Where thou, my chamber for to ward,
Good words, or meat.
Is worn by th' poor,
A little house, whose humble roof
Which, fired with incense, I resign,
Like as my parlour, so my hall
—But the acceptance, that must be,
Of water-cress,
Me, to this end,—
And kitchen's small;
Of harmless thoughts, to watch and keep
Hast set a guard
Who thither come, and freely get
A little bin,
Is weather proof;