Sleep well, my dear, sleep safe and free; The holy angels are with thee, Who always see thy Father's face, And never slumber nights nor days. Thou liest in down, soft every way; Thy Saviour lay in straw and hay; Thy cradle is far better drest Than the hard crib where He did rest. God make thy mother's health increase, To see thee grow in strength and grace, In wisdom and humility, As infant Jesus did for thee. Sleep now, my dear, and take thy rest; And if with riper years thou'rt blest, Increase in wisdom, day and night, Till thou attain'st th' eternal Light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: FATHER WHIMSETT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE BLACK COTTAGE by ROBERT FROST THE SAD SONG, FR. THE CAPTAIN by JOHN FLETCHER THE DARK-EYED GENTLEMAN by THOMAS HARDY TO HIS WATCH, WHEN HE COULD NOT SLEEP by EDWARD HERBERT THE SONG OF THE SHIRT by THOMAS HOOD |