Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume IV. The Higher Life. 1904. | | | | I. The Divine Element—(God, Christ, the Holy Spirit) | | 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, | 5 |
| For thou dost mark the sparrow’s fall; | |
| And calm and peaceful shall I sleep, | |
| Rocked in the cradle of the deep. | |
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| When in the dead of night I lie | |
| And gaze upon the trackless sky, | 10 |
| 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, | 15 |
| I calmly rest and soundly sleep. | |
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| 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. | 20 |
| 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. | | | | |
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