LULLABY

O Mary, Mother, if the day we trod

In converse sweet the lily-fields of God,

From earth afar arose a cry of pain,

Would we not weep again?

( Sings ) Hush, hush, O baby mine,

Mothers twain are surely thine,

One of earth and One divine.

O Mary, Mother, if the day the air

Was sweet with songs celestial, came a prayer

From earth afar and mingled with the strain,

Would we not pray again?

( Sings ) Sleep, sleep, my baby dear,

Mothers twain are surely near,

One to pray and one to hear.

O Mary, Mother, if, as yesternight

A bird sought shelter at my casement light,

A wounded soul should flutter to thy breast,

Wouldst thou refuse it rest?

( Sings ) Sleep, darling, peacefully,

Mary, Mother, comforts me;

Christ, her son, hath died for thee.