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, Jesu! Mater ridet, Quae tam dulcem somnum videt, Dormi, Jesu! blandule! Si non dormis, Mater plorat, Inter fila cantans orat Blande, veni, somnule.

Sleep, sweet babe! my cares beguiling: Mother sits beside thee smiling: Sleep, my darling, tenderly! If thou sleep not, mother mourneth. Singing as her wheel she turneth: Come, soft slumber, balmily!