A Little Child’s Hymn

For Night and Morning
THOU that once, on mother’s knee,
Wast a little one like me,
When I wake or go to bed
Lay thy hands about my head:
Let me feel thee very near,
Jesus Christ, our Saviour dear.

Be beside me in the light,
Close...

Poet: Francis Turner Palgrave
The Ancient and Modern Muses

The Monument outlasting bronze
  Was promised well by bards of old;
The lucid outline of their lay
Its sweet precision keeps for aye,
  Fixed in the ductile language-gold.

But we who work with smaller skill,
  And less refined material mould,—...

Poet: Francis Turner Palgrave
A Danish Barrow

On the East Devon Coast
LIE still, old Dane, below thy heap!
  A sturdy-back and sturdy-limb,
  Whoe’er he was, I warrant him
Upon whose mound the single sheep
  Browses and tinkles in the sun,
  Within the narrow vale alone.

Lie still,...

Poet: Francis Turner Palgrave