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ROCKED IN THE CRADLE OF THE DEEP
Emma Hart Willard [1787-1870]
Rocked in the cradle of the deep
I lay me down in
peace to sleep;
Secure I rest upon the wave,
For Thou, O Lord! hast power
to save.
I know Thou wilt not slight my call,
For Thou dost mark the
sparrow's fall;
And calm and peaceful shall I sleep,
Rocked in the cradle
of the deep.
When in the dead of night I lie
And gaze upon the trackless sky,
The
star-bespangled heavenly scroll,
The boundless waters as they roll, -
I
feel Thy wondrous power to save
From perils of the stormy wave:
Rocked in
the cradle of the deep,
I calmly rest and soundly sleep.
And such the trust that still were mine,
Though stormy winds swept o'er
the brine,
Or though the tempest's fiery breath
Roused me from sleep to
wreck and death.
In ocean cave, still safe with Thee
The germ of
immortality!
And calm and peaceful shall I sleep,
Rocked in the cradle of
the deep.
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
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