IT was long ago that He uttered This message so tender and sweet, And women were crowding about Him And laying their babes at His feet. He looked with a gentle compassion On the mothers who knelt at His knee, And He comforted them with this saying, "Let the little ones come unto Me." From over the hills of Judea, Down through the long line of the years, That voice of ineffable sweetness Still comforts the mother's sad tears. O Heart that has bled for our sorrows, O Voice that can quiet the sea! Come often to me with Thy whisper: "Let the little ones come unto Me." O mothers, whose children are lying Out under the snow and the rain, Let the beautiful words of the Master Give east to your sorrow and pain! He holds the bright heads on His bosom, He gathers them close to His knee, And tenderly still He is saying, "Let the little ones come unto Me." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELMER BARR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE AMERICAN FLAG by JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE THE ORACLES by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN ON A PICTURE OF LEANDER by JOHN KEATS THE ABSTINENT LOVER by ABUL BAHR A GULL GOES UP by LEONIE ADAMS |