All happyness shall Thee betide That dost Jehova feare And walking in the paths abide By him first trodden were The labours of Thy hands Deserved fruit shall beare And where Thy dwelling stands All blisse, all plenty there. Thy Wife a vine a fruitfull vine Shall in Thy parlour spring Thy table compasse children thine As olive plants in ring On Thee I say on Thee That fear'st the heav'nly King Such happyness shall he He shall from Sion bring. Yea while to Thee Thy breath shall hold Though longest running race Thou Salem ever shalt behold In wealth and wished case And childrens children view While Jacobs dwelling place No plagues of Warr persue But gifts of peace shall grace | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PINE-TREES AND THE SKY: EVENING by RUPERT BROOKE GASCOIGNE'S WOODMANSHIP by GEORGE GASCOIGNE SONNET TO HOPE by HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: AT HOME AFTER THE BALL by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |