Lullaby, child of the Madonna, Lullaby, my little soul, I am here to watch over thee. Lullaby, pine cone of thy grandmother, And of thy grandfather fair ruddy apple. Best hope of thy dear father, My jessamine, my beautiful lily! Lullaby, dear little heart, now, so that in time to come Thou mayst be a buckler of St. Mark. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHNNY SPAIN'S WHITE HEIFER by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONG OF TWO CROWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH |