THE brother knew well the castle old, Every closet, each outlook fair, Every turret and bartizan bold, Every chamber, garnished or bare. The brother was out in the heavenly air; Little ones lost the starry way, Wandered down the dungeon stair. The brother missed them, and on the clay Of the dungeon-floor he found them all. Up they jumped when they heard him call! He led the little ones into the day— Out and up to the sunshine gay, Up to the father's own door-sill— In at the father's own room door, There to be merry and work and play, There to come and go at their will, Good boys and girls to be lost no more! @3CHRISTMAS PRAYER.@1 COLD my heart, and poor, and low, Like thy stable in the rock; Do not let it orphan go, It is of thy parent stock! Come thou in, and it will grow High and wide, a fane divine; Like the ruby it will glow, Like the diamond shine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLAD OF THE GIBBET by FRANCOIS VILLON THE WOUNDED CUPID. SONG by ANACREON A VOYAGE TO CYTHERA by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE HAILSTORM IN MAY by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS AMONG THE HEATHER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM SONNET TO THE HUNGARIAN NATION by MATTHEW ARNOLD QUIETNESS by ANNE MILLAY BREMER |