GO to thy rest, my child! Go to thy dreamless bed, Gentle and undefiled, With blessings on thy head; Fresh roses in thy hand, Buds on thy pillow laid, Haste from this fearful land, Where flowers so quickly fade. Before thy heart might learn In waywardness to stray, Before thy foot could turn The dark and downward way; Ere sin might wound the breast, Or sorrow wake the tear, Rise to thy home of rest, In yon celestial sphere. Because thy smile was fair Thy lip and eye so bright, Because thy cradle-care Was such a fond delight, Shall Love, with weak embrace, Thy heavenward flight detain? No! Angel, seek thy place Amid yon cherub-train. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A MOTH SEEN IN WINTER by ROBERT FROST THE GUARDIAN OF THE RED DISK (SPOKEN BY A CITIZEN OF MALTA - 1300) by EMMA LAZARUS BUT NOT TO ME by SARA TEASDALE JEWISH LULLABY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE LAY OF THE LABOURER by THOMAS HOOD HYMN OF THE WEST by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN |