Funny little dog I live with. After the hike, when he is home and has eaten his fill, he gets the good treatment, wrapped in his Woolrich blanket so he can fade off towards the dreams little dogs dream after spending a winter day hiking mountains. When I see him like this, he is like any other dog I know. But this is about the only time I see him in the same light as any other dog I have ever known. Holy Innocents
By Christina Georgina Rossetti
Sleep, little Baby, sleep,
Sleep, little Baby, sleep,
The holy Angels love thee,
And guard thy bed, and keep
A blessed watch above thee.
No spirit can come near
Nor evil beast to harm thee:
Sleep, Sweet, devoid of fear
Where nothing need alarm thee.
The Love which doth not sleep,
The eternal arms around thee:
The shepherd of the sheep
In perfect love has found thee.
Sleep through the holy night,
Christ-kept from snare and sorrow,
Until thou wake to light
And love and warmth to-morrow.
