Teach Me the Measure of My Days { Teach Me the Measure of My Days BROWN-William Batchelder Bradbury MARTYRDOM-Hugh Wilson ST. AGNES-John Bacchus Dykes Teach Me the Measure of My Days } Teach me the measure of my days, Thou Maker of my frame! I would survey life's narrow space, And learn how frail I am. A span is all that we can boast, An inch or two of time; Man is but vanity and dust, In all his flower and prime. What should I wish, or wait for then, From creatures, earth and dust? They make our expectations vain, And disappoint our trust. Now I forbid my carnal hope, My fond desires recall; I give my mortal interest up, And make my God my all.