I hear her sing across the years, (Pillowing her baby's head,) "Hush, my child, lie still and slumber, Heavenly angels guard thy bed!" It seems to me but yesterday, Her sweet voice, singing low, Found lodgment in a restless heart. The years they come and go; But in a heart thus comforted, Time never can erase The memory of her gentleness, The beauty of her face -- As soft she sang, through twilight hour When truant day had fled -- "Hush, my child! lie still and slumber, Heavenly angels guard thy bed!" When at the last great hour I stand, My feet upon the brink Of that dark stream which may be near, Yes, nearer than I think -- Oh, may I hear that sweet voice still, Banishing fear and dread -- "Hush, my child, lie still and slumber, Heavenly angels guard thy bed!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLOWER-GATHERING by ROBERT FROST A BETTER ANSWER (TO CHLOE JEALOUS) by MATTHEW PRIOR THE OLD LOBSTERMAN by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE EMERSON by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 3. BEAUTY UNLOOKED FOR by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |