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NHG-P.771.016
29 Mar 1771:33 (754)
THE WISH.
Would Heaven but grant me my desire,
A small request I would require,
A decent house and a good fire
A pot of beer to give a friend,
And wealth enough for to extend
My charity to the object poor,
And drive penury from my door.
But join to this a loving wife,
A stranger to conjugal strife,
My happiness would be compleat,
I'd envy not the rich and great,
But spend my days exempt from care,
Of anxious thought, of 'proaching war,
And quiet sleep under my roof,
And ask no more--think this enough.
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