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...SONNET by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE FRAILTY AND HURTFULNESS OF BEAUTY by HENRY HOWARD SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: A LITANY IN TIME OF PLAGUE by THOMAS NASHE THE PILGRIM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD AUTUMN WEATHER by KATHARINE LEE BATES |