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...BUT NOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BLACK MAMMY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO HORACE BUMSTEAD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: DOMESDAY BOOK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONG OF THE MOON by CLAUDE MCKAY |