[Poems by Cary in] The poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary | ||
CRADLE SONG.
Weary of the mother's part?
My sweet baby, never!
I will rock thee on my heart
Ever, yes, forever!
My sweet baby, never!
I will rock thee on my heart
Ever, yes, forever!
Loveliest of lovely things,
Pure as the evangel!—
O, in everything but wings
Is my babe an angel!
Pure as the evangel!—
O, in everything but wings
Is my babe an angel!
Blue as heaven is are the eyes,
'Neath the lids so waxen,
And the gold of morning lies
In the ringlets flaxen.
'Neath the lids so waxen,
And the gold of morning lies
In the ringlets flaxen.
Fragrant shrub, or tropic tree,
Never yielded blossom
Half so lovely, sweet, as thee,
Sleeping on my bosom!
Never yielded blossom
Half so lovely, sweet, as thee,
Sleeping on my bosom!
When thy little dimpled cheek
Mine is softly pressing,
Not a wish have I to seek
Any other blessing.
Mine is softly pressing,
Not a wish have I to seek
Any other blessing.
Art thou, little baby, mine?
Earlier love effacing:
One whose smile is like to thine,
Chides this long embracing.
Earlier love effacing:
One whose smile is like to thine,
Chides this long embracing.
No! as drops of light and dew
Glorify each other,
So shall we life journey through,
Father, child, and mother.
Glorify each other,
So shall we life journey through,
Father, child, and mother.
[Poems by Cary in] The poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary | ||