It's what I thank God for each night-- A little cabin that's mine by right, The strength of a man for work or fight, And food and light. It's what I thank God for each day-- A wife with never too much to say, A wife, a dog, and a chile for play; For those I'd pray. I thank God for the Land I tread, A pipe to smoke and an easy bed, The thatch I made that's over my head, And daily bread. I thank God for an Irish name, And a son of mine to bear the same, My own to love me and none to blame No more I'd claim. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN APPEAL TO CATS IN THE BUSINESS OF LOVE; SONG by THOMAS FLATMAN PLAIN LANGUAGE FROM TRUTHFUL JAMES by FRANCIS BRET HARTE INSPIRATION by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1822-1882) PEEWEE by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG PASSER MORTUUS EST by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY |