I Know Nothing O' God (Burns Stanza)

What's good, know not. What's bad, as well, know not. But lo, my heart does swell with love, O' Lord and eyes do well when hear your name. And why my lips always drivel Your tales and fame? I try no logic Lord. No doubt as well I entertain about Your greatness, since my brain isn't stout and faith, just blind. These songs I sing and pleas I shout are undefined. Wisdom is no wisdom; they say, unless it lays a floral way to reach, at last, your sacred quay. But what's wisdom? Know not I; but belongs my clay to Your kingdom.