Hushaby, hush thee, treasure mine,
God’s heavenly happiness be thine ;
God bless thee, that thou mayest be
Black-eyed and beautiful to see.

Yea, like the radiant morning sun,
Darling—my own, my little one !

Let maidens all come kiss thee, sweet,
And flowers bloom out beneath thy feet.

(Adapted from a version. supplied by Mdlle. Héléne Vacaresco.)

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