Dear Lord, to Thee my knee is bent.-- br Give me content-- br Full-pleasured with what comes to me, br What e'er it be: br An humble roof--a frugal board, br And simple hoard; br The wintry fagot piled beside br The chimney wide, br While the enwreathing flames up-sprout br And twine about br The brazen dogs that guard my hearth br And household worth: br Tinge with the ember's ruddy glow br The rafters low; br And let the sparks snap with delight, br As ringers might br That mark deft measures of some tune br The children croon: br Then, with good friends, the rarest few br Thou holdest true, br Ranged round about the blaze, to share br My comfort there,-- br Give me to claim the service meet br That makes each seat br A place of honor, and each guest br Loved as the rest.