THE child is in the night and rain On whom no tenderest wind might blow, And out alone in a hurricane. Ah, no, The child is safe in Paradise! The snow is on his gentle head, His little feet are in the snow, Oh, very cold is his small bed! Ah, no, Lift up your heart, lift up your eyes! Over the fields and out of sight, Beside the lonely river's flow, Lieth the child this bitter night. Ah, no, The child sleeps under Mary's eyes! What wandering lamb cries sore distressed, Whilst I with fire and comfort go? Oh, let me warm him in my breast! Ah, no, 'Tis warm in God's lit nurseries! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF THE OPEN COUNTRY by DOROTHY PARKER HAWORTH CHURCHYARD by MATTHEW ARNOLD ELEGY: 11. THE BRACELET; UPON THE LOSS OF HIS MISTRESS'S CHAIN by JOHN DONNE THE BLINDED BIRD by THOMAS HARDY |