O CHRIST of God! whose life and death Our own have reconciled, Most quietly, most tenderly Take home thy star-named child! Thy grace is in her patient eyes, Thy words are on her tongue; The very silence round her seems As if the angels sung. Her smile is as a listening child's Who hears its mother's call; The lilies of Thy perfect peace About her pillow fall. She leans from out our clinging arms To rest herself in Thine; Alone to Thee, dear Lord, can we Our well-beloved resign. O, less for her than for ourselves We bow our heads and pray; Her setting star, like Bethlehem's, To Thee shall point the way! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE'S SECRET, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE A BALLADE OF SUICIDE by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON CINQUAIN: THE WARNING by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY PARTED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TRAMP, TRAMP, TRAMP by GEORGE FREDERICK ROOT PRESIDENT LINCOLN'S BURIAL HYMN by WALT WHITMAN SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 6. THE WANDERING ONE MAKES MUSIC by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS |