Slumber, slumber, dearest, sweetest treasure, Rock'd so gently by thy mother's hand; Soft repose and tranquil pleasure, Soothe thee with the lulling cradle band. Slumber, slumber, in sweet dreams reposing, While protects thee the fond mother's arm. All her riches here enclosing, Holds she in her clasp so true and warm. Slumber, slumber on thy downy pillow, Love's hymns round thee music sweet shall make; And a lily and a rosebud shall reward thee When thou dost wake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LONELY BURIAL by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUMMER by HAYDEN CARRUTH JOHNNY SPAIN'S WHITE HEIFER by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE STORY OF THE END OF THE STORY by JAMES GALVIN HEGIRA by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MAN TO BE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |