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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MARY TO HER BABE, by L. L." "O'K [PSEUD.] First Line: "sleep, o my little babe, my son, my king" Last Line: The sweep of thy angels' wings Alternate Author Name(s): "o'k, L. L.; | |||
Sleep, O my little Babe, my Son, my King! Within my arms I fold Thee tenderly; While all around the birds in rapture sing A silvery litany. O mystery! on my heart I hold the world That lies within the hollow of Thy hand. Thy little hand, thus, like a roseleaf curled, The vast creation planned. It is the evening hour, the day is done-- How still Thou liest here upon my breast, While Thy great servant, the illumining sun, Glides to the waiting West. Rest Thee, my Babe, the summer night is sweet; Sweet is the lullaby the south wind sings; I hear on the velvet grass about my feet The sweep of Thy angels' wings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest..."'TIS MIDNIGHT, AND THE SETTING SUN" by ANONYMOUS "'TWAS ROLLOG, AND THE MINIM POTES" by ANONYMOUS 1648 : FOR COSSACKS by ANONYMOUS A CHERRY YEAR / A MERRY YEAR by ANONYMOUS A COMET FROM THE RHYMERS' CLUB AFAR by ANONYMOUS "A FOX, A FOX, UP GALLANTS TO THE FIELDS" by ANONYMOUS A HORSE AND A FLEA AND THREE BLIND MICE by ANONYMOUS "A LAIRD, A LORD / A COOPER, A THIEF" by ANONYMOUS A LITTLE COCK SPARROW SAT ON A GREEN TREE by ANONYMOUS |
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