Poetry Archives

“Come unto me!” Ah, gentlest word
E’er breathed in human ear!
“I am thy Savior and thy Lord;
Dear child, thou need’st not fear.

“Come unto me in sorrow’s hour
When life seems dark and drear;
I’ll shield thee from the tempter’s power;
Dear child, thou need’st not fear.

“Come unto me when hopes have flown
Like leaves wind-swept and sere,
When every joy thou may’st bemoan;
Dear child, thou need’st not fear.

“Come unto me. I’ll give thee rest,
Will wipe away each tear;
Come lean thy head upon my breast;
Dear child, thou need’st not fear.”