O my deir hert, young Jesus sweit, Prepare thy creddil in my spreit, And I sall rock Thee in my hert, And never mair from Thee depart. But I sall praise Thee evermoir, With sangis sweit unto Thy gloir; The knees of my hert sall I bow, And sing that richt Balulalow! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVERYBODY KNOWS by DAVID IGNATOW SONG BY THE WINDOW BEFORE BED by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JONAS KEENE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MAGRADY GRAHAM by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ON TAGORE by MARIANNE MOORE DEDICATION TO THE LATER SONNETS TO URANIA by GEORGE SANTAYANA |