OLD LATIN.

LEEP, Child—thy mother’s first-born thou,
Yea, first and only one.
Then sleep, oh sleep—thy father calls
Unto his little son.
To Thee a thousand times we raise
A thousand songs of praise.

I strewed the bed for thee alone,
Sleep, babe so fair to see;

I strewed it of the softest hay,
Sleep, little soul of me.

To Thee a thousand times we raise
A thousand songs of praise.

Sleep, then, my jewel and my crown,
O milky ne¢tar, sleep!

And mother will bring gifts to thee,
For thee sweet beans will heap!

To Thee a thousand times we raise
A thousand songs of praise.

I'll give thee whatsoe’er thou wilt,
Sleep then, belovéd boy ;

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