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THE INFANTS THREE SABATHS' by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES

Poet Analysis

First Line: SLUMBER, INFANT, SLUMBER
Last Line: Consecrate thy rest
Subject(s): BABIES; SLEEP; SABBATH;
Slumber, infant, slumber,
On thy mother's breast ;
Kisses without number
Rain upon thy rest ''"
Well they come from many lips.
But from her's the best.
Slumber, infant, slumber,
On thy mother's breast.

Slumber, infant, slumber.
On the earth's cold breast,
Blossoms without number
Bloom about thy rest
Nature, clad in all her smiles
Greets so fair a guest.
Slumber, infant, slumber.
On the earth's cold breast

Slumber, infant, slumber
On an angel's breast,
Glories without number.
Consecrate thy rest



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