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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MOTHER TO HER INFANT, by THOMAS MILLER (1807-1874) Poet's Biography First Line: Slumber, my darling, no danger is near Last Line: In health or in sickness, by night or by day. | |||
Slumber, my darling, no danger is near, Thy mother sits by thee to guard thy repose; Though the wind roars aloud, not a breath reaches here, To shake the white curtains which round thee do close: Then slumber, my darling, and sleep without fear, Thou art safe from all danger, my dearest, while here. What is it the angels do unto thee say When thou dost 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD BARON by THOMAS MILLER (1807-1874) TO A REPUBLICAN FRIEND, 1848 by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE VALLEY BROOK by JOHN HOWARD BRYANT EARLY MORN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE MORAL FABLES: THE TALE OF THE COCK, AND THE JEWEL by AESOP PRAYER OF THE LOST by ALETHEA TODD ALDERSON |
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