Christina Georgina Rossetti

(5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894 / London)

Holy Innocents - Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Sleep, little Baby, sleep,
The holy Angels love thee,
And guard thy bed, and keep
A blessed watch above thee.
No spirit can come near
Nor evil beast to harm thee:
Sleep, Sweet, devoid of fear
Where nothing need alarm thee.

The Love which doth not sleep,
The eternal arms around thee:
The shepherd of the sheep
In perfect love has found thee.
Sleep through the holy night,
Christ-kept from snare and sorrow,
Until thou wake to light
And love and warmth to-morrow.


Comments about Holy Innocents by Christina Georgina Rossetti

  • Rookie Greg Dent (3/22/2007 8:47:00 AM)

    A wonderful tribute to the innocent martyrs slaughtered by Herod. December 28 is the feast day for these boys. This poem would be well read on that day each year. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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