She kneels by the cradle Where Jesus doth lie; Singing, Lullaby, my Baby! But why dost Thou cry? The babes of the village Smile sweetly in sleep; And lullaby, my Baby, That ever dost weep! I've wrapped Thee in linen, The gift of the Kings; And wool, soft and fleecy, The kind Shepherd brings. Now smile, little Jesus, Whom naught can defile; All gifts will I give Thee An thou wilt but smile. But it's lullaby, my Baby! And mournful am I, Thou cherished little Jesus, That still Thou wilt cry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEA POPPIES by HILDA DOOLITTLE A BALLAD OF THE BOSTON TEA-PARTY [DECEMBER 16, 1773] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES EPISTLE TO MISS TERESA BLOUNT, ON HER LEAVING THE TOWN by ALEXANDER POPE THE POET'S SONG FOR HIS WIFE by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER THE MEDITATION OF THE OLD FISHERMAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE WILD GEESE by MICHAEL JOSEPH BARRY THE DAYS OF '84 by RANDOLPH BEDFORD |