Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE INFANTS THREE SABATHS', by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Slumber, infant, slumber Last Line: Consecrate thy rest Alternate Author Name(s): Houghton, 1st Baron; Houghton, Lord Subject(s): Babies; Sleep; Sabbath | ||||||||
Slumber, infant, slumber, On thy mother's breast ; Kisses without number Rain upon thy rest ''" Well they come from many lips. But from her's the best. Slumber, infant, slumber, On thy mother's breast. Slumber, infant, slumber. On the earth's cold breast, Blossoms without number Bloom about thy rest Nature, clad in all her smiles Greets so fair a guest. Slumber, infant, slumber. On the earth's cold breast Slumber, infant, slumber On an angel's breast, Glories without number. Consecrate thy rest | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAT GAL O' MINE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON WAKING EARLY SUNDAY MORNING by ROBERT LOWELL SUNDAY: NEW GUINEA by KARL SHAPIRO SABBATHS: 2001 by WENDELL BERRY SUNDAYSUNDAYSUNDAYSUNDAYSUNDAY by PAUL BLACKBURN COLUMBUS AND THE MAYFLOWER by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES |
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