GO to thy rest, my child! Go to thy dreamless bed, Gentle and undefiled, With blessings on thy head; Fresh roses in thy hand, Buds on thy pillow laid, Haste from this fearful land, Where flowers so quickly fade. Before thy heart might learn In waywardness to stray, Before thy foot could turn The dark and downward way; Ere sin might wound the breast, Or sorrow wake the tear, Rise to thy home of rest, In yon celestial sphere. Because thy smile was fair Thy lip and eye so bright, Because thy cradle-care Was such a fond delight, Shall Love, with weak embrace, Thy heavenward flight detain? No! Angel, seek thy place Amid yon cherub-train. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEYOND THE POTOMAC by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE TO JOHN DONNE (2) by BEN JONSON TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: PAUL REVERE'S RIDE [APRIL 1775] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ON THE ENGINE AGAIN by ALEXANDER ANDERSON PSALM 16. CONSERVA ME by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |