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Classic and Contemporary Poetry | |||
A little child lay on his bed And drew a heavy breath, And moaning raised his weary head, Damp with the dews of Death; Upon his bed the sunset cast The broad and yellow ray, That oft in pleasant evenings past Had warned him from his play; He clasped his Mother's hand and sighed And to his lip arose A little prayer he learnt beside Her knee at even's close. And thus he prayed, ere darkness stole Upon the silence deep, The Blessed One to keep his soul, And guard him in his sleep. "Oh! gentle Jesus, meek and mild, "Look down on me, a little child; "Oh! pity my simplicity, "And grant me grace to come to Thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SCHERZO (A SHY PERSON'S WISHES) by DORA GREENWELL A SONG OF FAREWELL by DORA GREENWELL TO CHRISTINA ROSSETTI by DORA GREENWELL WHEN THE NIGHT AND MORNING MEET by DORA GREENWELL BATTLE FLAG OF SIGURD by DORA GREENWELL BLADE OF GRASS by DORA GREENWELL BROKEN CHAIN by DORA GREENWELL |
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