LULLABY.

Sleep, my darling; mother will sing

Soft low songs to her little king,

Nobody else must listen or hear

The pretty secrets I tell my dear.

Sleep, my darling, sleep while you may —

Sorrow dawns with the dawning day,

Sleep, my baby, sleep, my dear,

Soon enough will the day be here.

Lie here quiet on mother's arm,

Safe from harm;

Nestled closely to mother's breast,

Sleep and rest!

Mother feels your breath's soft stir

Close to her;

Mother holds you, clasps you tight,

All the night.

When the little Jesus lay

On the manger's hay,

He was a Baby, if tales tell true,

Just like you.

And He had no crown to wear

But His bright hair;

And such kisses as I give you

He had too.

Mary never loved her Son

More than I love my little one;

And her Baby never smiled

More divinely than my little child.

Sleep, my darling, sleep while you may —

Sorrow dawns with the dawning day;

Sleep, my little one, sleep, my dear,

All too soon will the day be here.