For these parents And their child, A nation's prayers, A nation's fears, A nation's hopes, A nation's tears ... Shadow with Thy presence, Lord, Wherever be his bed; Let neither hurt nor harm befall His curly, golden head. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 12 by CONRAD AIKEN LOCKED OUT; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST CHAMBER MUSIC: 35 by JAMES JOYCE NEBUCHADNEZZAR: OR EATING GRASS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WAR VERSE (1914) by EZRA POUND MILITARY MIND by CHARLIE SMITH |