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...IVY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE INEBRIATE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM MEMORABILIA by ROBERT BROWNING THE TOUCHSTONE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM PSALM 76 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE VERMONT WILD FLOWERS IN AUGUST by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |