Classic Poem

Father! I ask, or in thy vineyard deign
To let me be a labourer; to be
But " in thy house " " a door-keeper! " — no strain
Of mine shall then flow discontentedly.
Oh deign to make me something; deign on me
To shed th' anointing oil, that I may sing
Loudly thy praises! — Or, if thy decree
Claimant unfit deem me to touch the string
Of thy most hallowed harp, hear my petitioning, —