Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, VIOLIN SONGS: GOING TO SLEEP, by GEORGE MACDONALD


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First Line: Little one, you must not fret
Last Line: Saith the little brother.
Subject(s): Children; Clothing & Dress; Death; God; Mothers; Sleep; Childhood; Dead, The


LITTLE one, you must not fret
That I take your clothes away;
Better sleep you so will get,
And at morning wake more gay—
Saith the children's mother.

You I must unclothe again,
For you need a better dress;
Too much worn are body and brain;
You need everlastingness—
Saith the heavenly father.

I went down death's lonely stair;
Laid my garments in the tomb;
Dressed again one morning fair;
Hastened up, and hied me home—
Saith the elder brother.

Then I will not be afraid
Any ill can come to me;
When 'tis time to go to bed,
I will rise and go with thee—
Saith the little brother.





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