Sleep, little baby, sleep; The holy angels love thee, And guard thy bed, and keep A blessed watch above thee. No spirit can come near Nor evil beast to harm thee; Sleep, Sweet, devoid of fear Where nothing need alarm thee. The Love which doth not sleep, The eternal Arms surround thee: The Shepherd of the sheep In perfect love hath found thee. Sleep through the holy night, Christ-kept from snare and sorrow, Until thou wake to light And love and warmth to-morrow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HONEY DRIPPER by CLARENCE MAJOR MANHATTAN, 1609 by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY BAKER, AT NEW YORK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 3 by EZRA POUND FACADE: 24. AN OLD WOMAN LAMENTS IN SPRINGTIME by EDITH SITWELL |