Classic Poem

Who truly to his country clings
Should wish it now a fruitful year;
From frost, sharp hail, and blighting things
May all good angels keep us clear;
Together with the welcome corn
And with the wine we need so sore,
Soon may It, from Its plenteous horn,
Dispense our ancient rights once more!

Men's wishes oft are much amiss,
They wish too much, both bad and good;
But we wish nothing strange, y-wis,
We but desire the things we should;
If man would keep his frame alive,
His daily bread he surely needs;
And would he wish his mind to thrive,
Such growth true freedom only breeds.