Kneeling With Herrick

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.