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In “A Cradle Song”, a mother sings to her child, asking the infant to stay asleep. The mother asks her child to sleep through the night. While she looks at her infant's face, the mother sees Jesus. When she sees the infant smiling, she sees Jesus smiling at her and the world.
"Infant Joy" is a poem written by the English poet William Blake. It was first published as part of his collection Songs of Innocence in 1789 and is the counterpart to "Infant Sorrow", which was published at a later date in Songs of Experience in 1794. Ralph Vaughan Williams set the poem to music in his 1958 song cycle Ten Blake Songs.
[1] [self-published source] The carol is sung in the form of a lullaby to Jesus while rocking the manger as if it were a more modern cradle, [5] as noted by the repetitive chorus of "We will rock you". [6] [7] It was first published in The Oxford Book of Carols, which Dearmer had edited alongside Martin Shaw and Ralph Vaughan Williams, in 1928. [1]
"The Virgin's Cradle Hymn" is a short lullaby text. It was collected while on a tour of Germany by the English poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge , and published in his Sibylline Leaves of 1817. [ 1 ] According to his own note, Coleridge copied the Latin text from a "print of the Blessed Virgin in a Catholic village in Germany", which he later ...
Arabic Infancy Gospel 2: "He has said that Jesus spoke, and, indeed, when He was lying in His cradle said to Mary His mother: I am Jesus, the Son of God, the Logos, whom thou hast brought forth, as the Angel Gabriel announced to thee; and my Father has sent me for the salvation of the world."
On The Voice’s top 11 results show last week, Team Blake contestant Wendy Moten face-planted on live TV after tripping over a monitor — a scary moment that temporarily halted production. Later ...
Bob Geldof may have disavowed his 1984 new wave carol, but the lesser-heard all-star remakes from 1989, 2004 and 2014 have their time-capsuled charms.
brings you this floating cradle-strap. Sleep, sleep in the sweet grave, still protected by your mother's arms; all her desires, all her possessions she holds lovingly, glowing with love. Sleep, sleep in the downy bosom, still notes of love grow around you; a lily, a rose, after sleep they will reward you. Slumber, slumber, O my darling baby,