LITTLE one, you must not fret That I take your clothes away; Better sleep you so will get, And at morning wake more gay— Saith the children's mother. You I must unclothe again, For you need a better dress; Too much worn are body and brain; You need everlastingness— Saith the heavenly father. I went down death's lonely stair; Laid my garments in the tomb; Dressed again one morning fair; Hastened up, and hied me home— Saith the elder brother. Then I will not be afraid Any ill can come to me; When 'tis time to go to bed, @2I@1 will rise and go with thee— Saith the little brother. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER NIGHT-BROADWAY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER DIVINA COMMEDIA (INTRODUCTORY POEMS): 1 by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW GOOD FRIDAY (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TO A LADY TO ANSWER DIRECTLY WITH YEA OR NAY by THOMAS WYATT EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 37. LOVE'S MY POLE-STAR by PHILIP AYRES |