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James Whitcomb Riley - Kneeling With Herrick
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Dear Lord, to Thee my knee is bent.--
    Give me content--
  Full-pleasured with what comes to me,
    What e`er it be:
  An humble roof--a frugal board,
    And simple hoard;
  The wintry fagot piled beside
    The chimney wide,
  While the enwreathing flames up-sprout
    And twine about
  The brazen dogs that guard my hearth
    And household worth:
  Tinge with the ember`s ruddy glow
    The rafters low;
  And let the sparks snap with delight,
    As ringers might
  That mark deft measures of some tune
    The children croon:
  Then, with good friends, the rarest few
    Thou holdest true,
  Ranged round about the blaze, to share
    My comfort there,--
  Give me to claim the service meet
    That makes each seat
  A place of honor, and each guest
    Loved as the rest.
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