Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, HOME AT LAST, by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER


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HOME AT LAST, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Child, do not fear
Last Line: There we shall sleep.
Alternate Author Name(s): Berwick, Mary
Subject(s): Home; Night; Travel; Bedtime; Journeys; Trips


CHILD, do not fear;
We shall reach our home to-night,
For the sky is clear,
And the waters bright;
And the breezes have scarcely strength
To unfold that little cloud,
That like a shroud
Spreads out its fleecy length;
Then have no fear,
As we cleave our silver way
Through the waters clear.

Fear not, my child!
Though the waves are white and high,
And the storm blows wild
Through the gloomy sky;
On the edge of the western sea,
See that line of golden light,
Is the haven bright
Where home is awaiting thee;
Where, this peril past,
We shall rest from our stormy voyage
In peace at last.

Be not afraid;
But give me thy hand, and see
How the waves have made
A cradle for thee.
Night is come, dear, and we shall rest;
So turn from the angry skies,
And close thine eyes,
And lay thy head on my breast:
Child, do not weep;
In the calm, cold, purple depths
There we shall sleep.





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