THE child is rocked on Mary's knees, Her lullaby stills his alarms, Love's cradle gives him happy ease, Love's nest of love within her arms: "Lullaby," she singeth, "pretty babe of sorrow, Thy mother comes to stay with thee to-morrow." One angel holds his basin, one His ewer of golden water sweet, And one his robe to put him on, And one his pillow and his sheet. "Oh, mystery", they cry, "of love and sorrow, Sleep sweet, dear babe, thy mother comes to-morrow." Immortal angels standing by Kiss that sweet babe on Mary's knee. "Blessed the woman is," they sigh, "Whose motherhood hath given her Thee. Happy her lot in mortal joy and sorrow Who lost thee yesterday but finds to-morrow." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE DOLL by EDITH SITWELL SA-CA-GA-WE-A; THE INDIAN GIRL WHO GUIDED LEWIS AND CLARK by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR THE DEPARTED by JOHN BANISTER TABB PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 80, 81. GHAFOOR, MUNTAKIM by EDWIN ARNOLD THE PACIFIC RAILWAY by C. R. BALLARD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 38. THE RETREAT FROM MOSCOW by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE MESSAGE-BEARER by JOHN D. BARRY SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 11 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |