SEND down thy winged angel, God! Amid this night so wild; And bid him come where now we watch, And breathe upon our child! She lies upon her pillow, pale, And moans within her sleep, Or wakeneth with a patient smile, And striveth not to weep. How gentle and how good a child She is, we know too well, And dearer to her parents' hearts, Than our weak words can tell. We love -- we watch throughout the night, To aid, when need may be; We hope -- and have despair'd, at times; But now we turn to Thee! Send down thy sweet-soul'd angel, God! Amid the darkness wild, And bid him soothe our souls to-night, And heal our gentle child! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FEMALE GOD by ISAAC ROSENBERG SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 119 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE OUTGOING OF SABBATH by ALTER ABELSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 3. AR-RAHEEM by EDWIN ARNOLD EN TOUR; A SONG SEQUENCE: 4. FOR FRANCES ANN by ALBERTA BANCROFT BRIEF LIFE by KATHARINE LEE BATES ON READING THE 'RUBAIYAT' OF OMAR KHAYYAM IN A KENTISH ROSE GARDEN by MATHILDE BLIND |