I would to God, that mine old age might have Before my last, but here a living grave, Some one poore Almes-house; there to lie, or stir, Ghost-like, as in my meaner sepulcher; A little piggin, and a pipkin by, To hold things fitting my necessity; Which, rightly us'd, both in their time and place, Might me excite to fore, and after-grace. Thy Crosse, my Christ, fixt 'fore mine eyes sho'd be, Not to adore that, but to worship Thee. So, here the remnant of my dayes I'd spend, Reading Thy Bible, and my Book; so end. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOEL: CHRISTMAS EVE, 1913 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES PEGGY, FR. THE GENTLE SHEPHERD by ALLAN RAMSAY SONNET: THE LORELEI by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE METEMPSYCHOSIS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 8 by RICHARD BARNFIELD BABYLONIAN LYRIC by GORDON BOTTOMLEY SARCOPSYLLA PENETRANS by ALTA WRENWICK BROWN IMPROMPTU ON MRS. RIDDEL'S BIRTHDAY by ROBERT BURNS A SOLILOQUY ON READING THE 5TH AND 8TH VERSES OF THE 37TH PSALM by JOHN BYROM |