I would to God, that mine old age might have <br />Before my last, but here a living grave; <br />Some one poor almshouse, there to lie, or stir, <br />Ghost-like, as in my meaner sepulchre; <br />A little piggin, and a pipkin by, <br />To hold things fitting my necessity, <br />Which, rightly us'd, both in their time and place, <br />Might me excite to fore, and after, grace. <br />Thy cross, my Christ, fix'd 'fore mine eyes should be, <br />Not to adore that, but to worship Thee. <br />So here the remnant of my days I'd spend, <br />Reading Thy bible, and my book; so end.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/his-wish-to-god/
