Let folly praise that fancie loves, I praise and love that child, Whose hart, no thought; whose tong, no word: whose hand no deed defiled. I praise him most, I love him best, all praise and love is his: While him I love, in him I live, and not live amisse. Loves sweetest mark, Laudes highest theme, mans most desired light; To love him, life: to leave him, death: to live in him, delight. He mine, by gift: I his, bu debt: thus each, to other due: First friend he was: best friend he is: all times will try him true. Though young, yet wise; though small, yet strong: though man, yet God he is: As wise, he knows: as strong, he can: as God, he loves to blisse. His knowledge rules: his strength, defends: his love, doth cherish all: His birth, our Joye: his life, our light: his death, our end of thrall. Alas, he weepes, his sighes, he pants, yeat doo his Angels sing: Out of his teares, his sighes, and throbs, doth bud a joyfull spring. Almightie babe, whose tender arms can force all foes to flie: Correct my faults, protect my life, direct me when I die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD OSAWATOMIE by CARL SANDBURG LOVE IN AUTUMN by SARA TEASDALE HUMPTY DUMPTY RECITATION [OR, SONG] by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON THE PALM TREE by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS MOONRISE IN THE ROCKIES by ELLA (RHOADS) HIGGINSON THE BRAES OF YARROW by JOHN LOGAN (1748-1788) THE GRASSHOPPER; TO MY NOBLE FRIEND MR. CHARLES COTTON by RICHARD LOVELACE ON HIS BEING [OR, HAVING] ARRIVED AT THE AGE OF TWENTY-THREE by JOHN MILTON |