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...RAHEL TO VARNHAGEN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE CARPENTER'S SON by SARA TEASDALE MUJER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE BRAVE OLD OAK by HENRY FOTHERGILL CHORLEY SONNET TO LIBERTY by OSCAR WILDE UNSUNG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |