Sleep well, my dear, sleep safe and free; The holy angels are with thee, Who always see thy Father's face, And never slumber nights nor days. Thou liest in down, soft every way; Thy Saviour lay in straw and hay; Thy cradle is far better drest Than the hard crib where He did rest. God make thy mother's health increase, To see thee grow in strength and grace, In wisdom and humility, As infant Jesus did for thee. Sleep now, my dear, and take thy rest; And if with riper years thou'rt blest, Increase in wisdom, day and night, Till thou attain'st th' eternal Light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 38 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ADLESTROP by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS ISLE OF BEAUTY by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY THE FOUR ZOAS: NIGHTS THE SEVENTH AND EIGHTH by WILLIAM BLAKE OBERAMMERGAU, 1890 by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER ANSWER TO A BEAUTIFUL POEM ENTITLED 'THE COMMON LOT' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |