Samuel Lover The Angel’s Whisper

Samuel Lover, The Angle's Whisper

In Ireland, they thought that when a child smiles in its sleep it is “talking with the angels.”

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In Memory of my Mother by Patrick Kavanagh. Image copyright Ireland Calling

The Angel’s Whisper

A baby was sleeping,
It’s 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, oh come back to me!”

Her beads while she numbered,
The baby still slumbered
And smil’d in her face as she bended her knee;
“Oh blest 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,
Oh, pray to them softly, my baby, with me!
And say thou would’st 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.”

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven. Image copyright Ireland Calling

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