"Now I lay," -- repeat it, darling. "Lay me," lisped the tiny lips Of my daughter, kneeling, bending O'er her folded finger-tips. "Down to sleep" -- "To sleep," she murmured, And the curly head bent low; "I pray the Lord", I gently added; "You can say it, all, I know." "Pray the Lord" -- the sound came faintly, Fainter still -- "My soul to keep;" Then the tired head fairly nodded, And the child was fast asleep. But the dewy eyes half opened When I clasped her to my breast, And the dear voice softly whispered, "Mamma, God knows all the rest." Oh, the trusting, sweet confiding Of the child heart! Would that I Thus might trust my Heavenly Father, He who hears my feeblest cry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BURNING DAWN by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE EXISTING POOL by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE INCORRIGIBLE DIRIGIBLE by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOR THE INVESTITURE by CECIL DAY LEWIS ON GOING UNNOTICED by ROBERT FROST ECSTASY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON QUESTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |