The baby child of Mary, Now cradle He has none; His father is a carpenter, And he shall make Him one. The lady good St. Anna, The lord St. Joachim, They rock the Baby's cradle, That sleep may come to Him. Then sleep thou too, my baby, My little heart so dear; The Virgin is beside thee, The Son of God is near. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SAVING WAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH OLD MEN ON THE COURTHOUSE LAWN, MURRAY, KENTUCKY by JAMES GALVIN JAWEH AND ALLAH BATTLE by ALLEN GINSBERG GHOSTS OF THE OLD YEAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE GOLDEN WEDDING OF STERLING AND SARAH LANIER by SIDNEY LANIER |