When Mary bids Thee sleep, Thou sleepest; Thou wakest when she calls; Thou art content upon her lap, Or in the rugged stalls. When Joseph takes Thee in his arms And smooths Thy little cheek, Thou lookest up into his face So helpless and so meek. Yes, dearest Babel those tiny hands, That play with Mary's hair, The weight of all the mighty world This very moment bear. While Thou art clasping Mary's neck In timid, tight embrace, The boldest seraphs vell themselves Before Thine infant face. When Mary hath appeased Thy thirst And hushed Thy feeble cry, The hearts of men lie open still Before Thy slumbering eye. O dear, O wakeful-hearted Child! Sleep on, dear Jesus, sleep! For Thou must one day wake for me To suffer and to weep! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KLONDIKE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON A CHRISTMAS CAROL (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI FOR SPRING, BY SANDRO BOTTICELLI by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ARCHEANASSA by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS THE IMPROVISATORE: THE INDUCTION TO THE THIRD FYTTE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES EPISTLE TO MR. M'ADAM; IN ANSWER TO AN OBLIGING LETTER ... by ROBERT BURNS A VERMONT 'DONATION' by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY ON THE QUEEN'S RETURN FROM THE LOW CONTRIES by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT |