Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
IV. Comfort and CheerMy Wife and Child
Henry R. Jackson (18201898)T
The camp around in slumber lies,
The night with solemn pace moves on,
The shadows thicken o’er the skies;
But sleep my weary eyes hath flown,
And sad, uneasy thoughts arise.
Whose love my early life hath blest—
Of thee and him—our baby son—
Who slumbers on thy gentle breast.
God of the tender, frail, and lone,
O, guard the tender sleeper’s rest!
To her whose watchful eye is wet,—
To mother, wife,—the doubly dear,
In whose young heart have freshly met
Two streams of love so deep and clear,
And cheer her drooping spirits yet.
O, teach her, Ruler of the skies,
That, while by thy behest alone
Earth’s mightiest powers fall and rise,
No tear is wept to thee unknown,
No hair is lost, no sparrow dies!
Of dark disease, and soothe its pain;
That only by thy stern commands
The battle ’s lost, the soldier ’s slain;
That from the distant sea or land
Thou bring’st the wanderer home again.
Her tear-wet cheek is sadly pressed,
May happier visions beam upon
The brightened current of her breast,
No frowning look or angry tone
Disturb the Sabbath of her rest!
Loved with a passion almost wild,
By day, by night, in joy or woe,
By fears oppressed, or hopes beguiled,
From every danger, every foe,
O God, protect my wife and child!