"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...THE SONG MAKER by SARA TEASDALE DOROTHY DANCES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER DRAPIER'S HILL by JONATHAN SWIFT |