Quiet Repose
Safe in the cradle of the tree,
Sleeps the birdie that sings;
Safe in the rose’s pink curtained rooms,
Sleeps the elf that has wings.
Safe in the ground the acorn is,
Which sometime will be a tree;
Safe, all tucked in bed I am,
While Christ is watching o’er me.
So everything is safe, in the care
of Him that died,
So many the time that man has sinned;
Christ, the Lord has sighed.
I write these verses in here to keep them safe. They are copied with literal exactness from the slip of paper on which Sibyl wrote them when she was 7 years old. The title is her own and the language her own.
Jas. Croly,
Lincoln, Calif
The entire contents of “The Record of Little Sibyl” can be seen in these posts:
- The Record of Little Sibyl (part 1)
- Christian Temperance Union Delegate (part 2)
- Eats with a Fork (part 3)
- Sibyl Runs Away (part 4)
- Handsomest Baby (part 5)
- Ball, Moon, TicTac (part 6)
- Dream Girl & Chocolate Man (part 7)
- Sibyl Evades Death (part 8)
- From Sister Mary (part 9)
- From Aunt Nellie (part 10)
- What is the Use of Spanking Me? (part 11)
- First Written Word (part 12)
- Sibyl’s First Poem (part 13)
- Sibyl Graduates High School (part 14)
- Final Words (part 15)
