Lord, may there be no moment in her life When she regrets that she became my wife, And keep her dear eyes just a trifle blind To my defects, and to my failings kind! Help me to do the utmost that I can To prove myself her measure of a man, But, if I often fail as mortals may, Grant that she never sees my feet of clay! And let her make allowance -- now and then -- That we are only grown-up boys, we men, So, loving all our children, she will see, Sometimes, a remnant of the child in me! Since years must bring to all their load of care, Let us together every burden bear, And when Death beckons one its path along, May not the two of us be parted long! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WHITE WOMEN by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE MAYFLOWER [DECEMBER 21, 1620] by ERASTUS WOLCOTT ELLSWORTH SONNET: ON FAME (1) by JOHN KEATS SARRAZINE'S SONG, FR. CHAITIVEL by MARIE DE FRANCE UPON WEDLOCK, AND DEATH OF CHILDREN by EDWARD TAYLOR AT TWO-AND-TWENTY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE OLD CAMP; WRITTEN IN A ROMAN FORTIFICATION IN BAVARIA by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |