Classic Poem

Let me alone, O God, let me alone!
Lo, I have asked of Thee no special grace,
A simple dweller in a simple place,
One happy and content that she has known
No fiery joy that scorches to the bone;
But just the tranquil peace of quiet hours
Sweet with the fragrance of the humble flowers
By her own hand, in her own garden grown.

Nor have I strayed beyond the appointed path —
Then wherefore, O destroyer, hurl on me
The awful bolt of Thy consuming wrath?
O Thou Almighty, let me keep my own,
Here, with my little babe upon my knee
Let me alone, O God, let me alone!