BLESSINGS, blessings on the beds Whose white pillows softly bear, Rows of little shining heads That have never known a care. Pity for the heart that bleeds In the homestead desolate Where no little troubling needs Make the weary working wait. Safely, safely to the fold Bring them wheresoe'er they be, Thou, who saidst of them, of old, "Suffer them to come to me." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN THE SPEED COMES by ROBERT FROST AUTUMN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TEARS AND KISSES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE WILLOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE DECISION (APRIL 14, 1861) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HITS AND RUNS by CARL SANDBURG UPLANDS IN MAY by CARL SANDBURG PLAINT OF THE DISGUSTED BRITON IN THE STATES by GEORGE SANTAYANA |