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Robert Herrick (1591-1674)

A Thanksgiving to God, for his House


              1Lord, Thou hast given me a cell
              2      Wherein to dwell,
              3A little house, whose humble roof
              4      Is weather-proof:
              5Under the spars of which I lie
              6      Both soft, and dry;
              7Where Thou my chamber for to ward
              8      Hast set a guard
              9Of harmless thoughts, to watch and keep
            10      Me, while I sleep.
            11Low is my porch, as is my fate,
            12      Both void of state;
            13And yet the threshold of my door
            14      Is worn by th' poor,
            15Who thither come and freely get
            16      Good words, or meat.
            17Like as my parlour, so my hall
            18      And kitchen's small;
            19A little buttery, and therein
            20      A little bin,
            21Which keeps my little loaf of bread
            22      Unchipp'd, unflead;
            23Some brittle sticks of thorn or briar
            24      Make me a fire,
            25Close by whose living coal I sit,
            26      And glow like it.
            27Lord, I confess too, when I dine,
            28      The pulse is Thine,
            29And all those other bits, that be
            30      There plac'd by Thee;
            31The worts, the purslain, and the mess
            32      Of water-cress,
            33Which of Thy kindness Thou hast sent;
            34      And my content
            35Makes those, and my beloved beet,
            36      To be more sweet.
            37'Tis Thou that crown'st my glittering hearth
            38      With guiltless mirth;
            39And giv'st me wassail-bowls to drink,
            40      Spic'd to the brink.
            41Lord, 'tis Thy plenty-dropping hand
            42      That soils my land;
            43And giv'st me, for my bushel sown,
            44      Twice ten for one;
            45Thou mak'st my teeming hen to lay
            46      Her egg each day;
            47Besides my healthful ewes to bear
            48      Me twins each year;
            49The while the conduits of my kine
            50      Run cream, for wine.
            51All these, and better, Thou dost send
            52      Me, to this end,
            53That I should render, for my part,
            54      A thankful heart,
            55Which, fir'd with incense, I resign,
            56      As wholly Thine;
            57But the acceptance, that must be,
            58      My Christ, by Thee.

Notes

5] spars: beams.

22] unflead: whole, not skinned.

28] pulse: peas, beans, etc.

31] worts: pot-herbs.

39] wassail-bowls: bowls of spiced ale or other drink, for toasts.


Online text copyright © 2009, Ian Lancashire (the Department of English) and the University of Toronto.
Published by the Web Development Group, Information Technology Services, University of Toronto Libraries.

Original text: Robert Herrick, Hesperides (London: for John Williams and F. Eglesfield to be sold by Thomas Hunt, 1648), of which a section called "His Noble Numbers: or, his Pious Pieces" has a separate title-page dated 1647. Facs. edn. Menston: Scolar, 1969. PR 3512 H4 1648A ROBA
First publication date: 1648
RPO poem editor: N. J. Endicott
RP edition: 3RP 1.205-06.
Recent editing: 4:2002/2/6

Form: Couplets


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