A baby was sleeping; Its mother was weeping; For her husband was far on the wild raging sea; And the tempest was swelling Round the fisherman's dwelling; And she cried, "Dermot, darling! O come back to me!" Her beads while she numbered The baby still slumbered, And smiled in her face as she bended her knee: "O, blessed be that warning, My child, thy sleep adorning, -- For I know that the angels are whispering with thee. "And while they are keeping Bright watch o'er thy sleeping, O, pray to them softly, my baby, with me, -- And say thou wouldst rather They'd watch o'er thy father! For I know that the angels are whispering with thee." The dawn of the morning Saw Dermot returning, And the wife wept with joy her babe's father to see; And closely caressing Her child with a blessing, Said, "I knew that the angels were whispering with thee." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER PIECE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH OLD ETCHINGS by MARGIE B. BOSWELL AFTER A TEMPEST by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT HYMN OF THE WALDENSES by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT OUR FATHER'S CARE by IVA TEMPLE CARTWRIGHT |