Dodie's Dream World - Complete Chaos! xxx
Sat, 26 Sep 2009
THE MOTHER TO HER INFANT, by Thomas Miller
MOTHER TO HER INFANTThis
Lullaby Rhyme is by Thomas Miller,
the basket maker who attracted some notice
as a writer for and about
Slumber, my darling, no danger is
Thy mother sits
by thee to guard thy repose;
Though the wind
roars aloud, not a breath reaches
To shake the white
curtains which round thee do close:
slumber, my darling, and sleep without
Thou art safe
from all danger, my dearest, while
What is it the angels do unto thee say
When thou does lie smiling so sweet in thy sleep?
Are they trying , my sweetest, to lure thee away,
And leave me alone in my sorrow to weep?
Oh, sometimes I fancy they whisper thy name,
And would fain bear thee back to the land whence they came.
Then never, my darling, when thou growest old
Forget her who on thy sweet infancy smiled,
To whom thou wert dearer than jewels and gold,
Who studied thy looks and thy wishes, my child,
Who, when thou didst need her, was never away,
In health or in sickness, by night or by day.
Perfection I think, thank you Thomas Miller.
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