Joseph Rodman Drake

(1795-1820 / United States)

Joseph Rodman Drake Quotes


    OH! go to sleep, my baby dear,
    And I will hold thee on my knee;
    Thy mother's in her winding sheet,
    And thou art all that's left to me.
    My hairs are white with grief and age,
    I've borne the weight of every ill,
    And I would lay me with my child,
    But thou art left to love me still.