<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390949" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mediaeval eventide song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come hither, lyttel childe, and lie upon my breast to-night,<br>For yonder fares an angell yclad in raimaunt white,<br>And yonder sings ye angell as onely angells may,<br>And his songe ben of a garden that bloometh farre awaye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To them that have no lyttel childe Godde sometimes sendeth down<br>A lyttel childe that ben a lyttel lambkyn of his owne;<br>And if so bee they love that childe, He willeth it to staye,<br>But elsewise, in His mercie He taketh it awaye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And sometimes, though they love it, Godde yearneth for ye childe,<br>And sendeth angells singing, whereby it ben beguiled;<br>They fold their arms about ye lamb that croodleth at his play,<br>And beare him to ye garden that bloometh farre awaye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wolde not lose ye lyttel lamb that Godde hath lent to me;<br>If I colde sing that angell songe, how joysome I sholde bee!<br>For, with mine arms about him, and my musick in his eare,<br>What angell songe of paradize soever sholde I feare?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soe come, my lyttel childe, and lie upon my breast to-night,<br>For yonder fares an angell yclad in raimaunt white,<br>And yonder sings that angell, as onely angells may,<br>And his songe ben of a garden that bloometh farre awaye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390949" data-title="Mediaeval eventide song de Eugene Field" data-description="Come hither, lyttel childe, and lie upon my breast to-night, For yonder fares an angell yclad in raimaunt white, And yonder sings ye angell as onely angells may, And his songe ben of a garden that bloometh farre awaye. To them that have no lyttel..."></div> </div> </div>

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