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.