"Oh! for a thousand tongues to sing My great Redeemer's praise: The glories of my Lord and King, The triumphs of His grace." Oh! for a thousand cedar posts To fence my garden 'round. To hinder the neighbors' pigs and goats From rooting up my potato ground. Oh! for a thousand hickory rails, To make my fence secure; A thousand patent locks and keys, To lock my stable door. Oh! for a thousand bricks and stones, To build my chimney higher, To keep the neighbors' boys and girls From putting out my fire. Oh! for a thousand old shot guns, That I might be a match, For all the tramps that I can find In my watermelon patch. Oh! for a thousand pumpkin seeds, To plant for my son John; He says that pumpkin pies are good When the winter time comes on. Oh! for a thousand cribs of corn, Filled chuck up to the beam; And a thousand pails that's good and strong, To keep the milk and cream. Oh! for a thousand turnip bads, Placed all into a row; Lord! please send a little rain, To make the 'tatoes grow. Oh! for a thousand tongues to ask My maker, who's on high, To keep my smoke-house filled with meal, Fat bacon, rock and rye. Now, Lord, I close my humble prayer, Which (to some) may seem a vision; Numbers ask for all I've named, Whilst few ask for RELIGION. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRUCE AND THE SPIDER by BERNARD BARTON MON REPOS (MY MOTHER'S GIRLHOOD HOME) by ALFRED BARRETT CALIFORNIA RAIN by MARGERY AILYN BISHOP IN THE FOURTH WATCH by MYRON HENRY BROOMWELL A LYNMOUTH WIDOW by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |