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 1 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. 2 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. 3 What should I wish, or wait for then, From creatures, earth and dust? They make our expectations vain, And