Agur's Wish

Verse 1

Thus Augur breath'd his warm desire: "My God, two favors I require, "In neither my request deny, "Vouchafe them both before I die.

Verse 2

"Far from my heart and tents exclude "Those enemies to all that's good, "Folly, whose pleasures end in death, "And Falshood's pestilential breath,

Verse 3

"Be neither wealth nor want my lot. "Below the dome, above the cot, "Let me my life unanxious lead, "And know not luxury nor need."

Verse 4

These wishes, Lord, we make our own O shed in moderation down Thy bounties, 'till this mortal breath, Expiring, tunes thy praise in death!

Verse 5

But shouldst thou large possessions give, May we with thankfulness receive The exuberance—still our God adore, And bless the needy from our store!

Verse 6

Or should we feel the pains of want, Submission, resignation grant, 'Till thou shalt send the wish'd supply, Or call us to the bliss on high.