The Angel's Whisper Poem by Samuel Lover

The Angel's Whisper

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[In Ireland they have a pretty fancy that when a child smiles in its sleep it is "talking with angels."]

A BABY was sleeping;
Its mother was weeping;
For her husband was far on the wild raging sea;
And the tempest was swelling
Round the fisherman's dwelling;
And she cried, "Dermot, darling! O come back to me!"

Her beads while she numbered
The baby still slumbered,
And smiled in her face as she bended her knee:
"O, blessed be that warning,
My child, thy sleep adorning,—
For I know that the angels are whispering with thee.

"And while they are keeping
Bright watch o'er thy sleeping,
O, pray to them softly, my baby, with me,—
And say thou wouldst rather
They 'd watch o'er thy father!
For I know that the angels are whispering with thee."

The dawn of the morning
Saw Dermot returning,
And the wife wept with joy her babe's father to see;
And closely caressing
Her child with a blessing,
Said, "I knew that the angels were whispering with thee."

Monday, January 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: angel
Gerard Schwall 28 December 2019

Having seen today sculpture by Benjamin Spence inspired by this poem , i believe both are marvelous

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Jeanie Leyba 04 July 2016

Very beautiful and moving I love it! It's lovely and inspirational well written. Thanks for sharing

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Kumarmani Mahakul 05 January 2015

Wonderful whisper by the angel. Beautifully crafted and drafted definitely. Nice writing.

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