Cradle Song

    “Cradle Song,” Ensign, Mar. 1985, 62

    Cradle Song

    Eliza R. Snow Poetry Contest First Place Winner

    Lullaby, my child, and let me love

    Your sleeping purity, so innocent

    Of all the conflict I have felt this day.

    Sleep now, and let me smile to recollect

    The tides that left a treasure on my shore.

    The flows of guilt and subsequent resolve

    Come later in the quiet time alone

    With God: my anger at my anger with

    My charge, my child. Are you the grain of sand,

    My irritant, that I must make a pearl?

    Lullaby. Then let your lustre glow—

    Divinity I seldom see by day

    (My pride, your willfulness obscure the sheen)—

    While I remember what I love in you.

    And if I grudge to bear the oyster’s part,

    I but forget the artist without art

    Is nothing; and my Lord, if I do well,

    Will love the gem and magnify the shell.