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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LULLABY, by ARTHUR SHERBURNE HARDY First Line: O mary, mother, if the day we trod Last Line: Christ, her son, hath died for thee. | |||
O Mary, mother, if the day we trod In converse sweet the lily fields of God From earth afar arose a cry of pain, Should we not weep again? (Sings) Hush, hush, O baby mine, Mother's twain are surely thine, One of earth and one divine. O Mary, mother, if the day the air Was sweet with songs celestial, came a prayer From earth afar and mingled with the strain, Would we not pray again? (Sings) Sleep, sleep, my baby dear, Mother's twain are surely near, One to pray and one to hear. O Mary, mother, if, as yesternight, A bird sought shelter at my casement light, A wounded soul should flutter to thy breast, Would'st thou refuse it rest? (Sings) Sleep, darling, peacefully; Mary, mother, comforts me; Christ, her son, hath died for thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IMMORTALITY by ARTHUR SHERBURNE HARDY ITER SUPERMUM by ARTHUR SHERBURNE HARDY MIDSUMMER FROST (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 13 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE IMMORTALITY OF LOVE by ROBERT SOUTHEY THE ARTILLERYMAN'S VISION by WALT WHITMAN TO THE MEMORY OF SAMUEL WHITBREAD by BERNARD BARTON BARBARA IN THE MEADOW by ALICE CARY THE NEW MAGDALEN by RICHARD L. CARY JR. EDITH by WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING (1817-1901) THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE COOK'S PROLOGUE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |
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