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With blankets, counterpanes and sheet; Mattrass and bed of down, And comfortables for my feet: And pillows for my crown. want warm and faithful friend To cheer the adverse hour: Who ne'er to fiatter will descend, Nor bend the knee to power. A friend to chide me when I'm wrong, My inmost soul 10 see; And that my friendship prove as strong For him, as his for me. 1want kind and tender heart,

 For others wants 10 feel; A soul secure from Fortunes dart, And bosom arm'd with steel. To bear divine chastisement's rod, And minglihg in my plan, Submission to the will et God,

 With charity to Man. Iwant keen, observing eye;

 An ever listening ear, The truth through all disguise to spy, And wisdom $ voice to hear. A tongue to speak at virtues need In Heavens sublimest strain; And lips, the cause of Man to plead, And never plead in vain. want uninterrupted health

 Throughout my long career; And streams of never-iailing wealth To scatter far and near. The destitute to cloihe and feed, Free bounty to bestow: Supply the helpless orphan's need, And sooth the widows woe. want the gerius to conceive,

 The talents to unfold Designs, the vicious to retrieve; The viriuous 10 uphold. Inventive power, combining skill; A perseverlng soul, Ot human hearts to mould the will, And reach from Pole to Pole. want the seals of power and place, The ensl2ns of command; Charged by the peoples unbought grace, To rule my native land Nor crown, nor sceptre would ask But from iny cOuntry's will, By, day, by night. to ply the task Her cup of bliss to fill. lwant the voice of ofhonest praise To follow me behind; And 10 be though ht Tn future days

 The friend oi human kind. That alter ages, as they rise, 

 EXultlng may proclaim, In choral union 10 the skies,

 heir blessing on my name. These are the wants of mortal man, l cannot want them long- For life itselfis but span,

 And earthly bliss song My last great want, absorbing all, ls, when beneath the sod, Ar The mercy of my God. And oh ! while circles in my veins OfIite the purple stream; And yet fragment small remains Of natures transient dream; My soul, in humble hope unscar'd, Forget not thou to pray, That this thy aDdnt may be prepared I'o meet tke Judgment day.