When Mary bids Thee sleep, Thou sleepest; Thou wakest when she calls; Thou art content upon her lap, Or in the rugged stalls. When Joseph takes Thee in his arms And smooths Thy little cheek, Thou lookest up into his face So helpless and so meek. Yes, dearest Babel those tiny hands, That play with Mary's hair, The weight of all the mighty world This very moment bear. While Thou art clasping Mary's neck In timid, tight embrace, The boldest seraphs vell themselves Before Thine infant face. When Mary hath appeased Thy thirst And hushed Thy feeble cry, The hearts of men lie open still Before Thy slumbering eye. O dear, O wakeful-hearted Child! Sleep on, dear Jesus, sleep! For Thou must one day wake for me To suffer and to weep! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO AN AEOLIAN HARP by SARA TEASDALE THE MESSAGES by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON ROBERT E. LEE by JULIA WARD HOWE PARTED FRIENDS by JAMES MONTGOMERY BUDDHA AND BRAHMA by HENRY BROOKS ADAMS VERSES FROM THE 'ANNALIA DUBRENSIA' by WILLIAM BASSE QUATORZAINS: 2. THOUGHTS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES ON THE BIRTHDAY OF WASHINGTON by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |