Lyric Poem · Peace
His Prayer To Ben Jonson
When I a verse shall make,
Know I have pray'd thee,
For old religion's sake,
Saint Ben to aid me.
Make the way smooth for me,
When I, thy Herrick,
Honouring thee, on my knee
Offer my lyric.
Candles I'll give to thee,
And a new altar,
And thou, Saint Ben, shalt be
Writ in my psalter.
This poem is in the public domain.
“His Prayer To Ben Jonson” by Robert Herrick — quilloak.com/poems/his-prayer-to-ben-jonson
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