I hear her sing across the years, (Pillowing her baby's head,) "Hush, my child, lie still and slumber, Heavenly angels guard thy bed!" It seems to me but yesterday, Her sweet voice, singing low, Found lodgment in a restless heart. The years they come and go; But in a heart thus comforted, Time never can erase The memory of her gentleness, The beauty of her face -- As soft she sang, through twilight hour When truant day had fled -- "Hush, my child! lie still and slumber, Heavenly angels guard thy bed!" When at the last great hour I stand, My feet upon the brink Of that dark stream which may be near, Yes, nearer than I think -- Oh, may I hear that sweet voice still, Banishing fear and dread -- "Hush, my child, lie still and slumber, Heavenly angels guard thy bed!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ODE UPON A QUESTION WHETHER LOVE SHOULD CONTINUE FOREVER by EDWARD HERBERT SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 109 by PETRARCH ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 14 by PHILIP SIDNEY AMONG THE REDWOODS by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL INSPIRATION (2) by HENRY DAVID THOREAU |