Maid, sweet may thy slumbers be,
May this, our serenade, bring sweet dreams to thee;
Before thee, may visions bright be outspread,
While angels stand their guard around your bed.
May their wings furnish thy lullaby,
Soothing thy senses with music from on high;
May our Cross, shedding its soft golden light,
From round thy head so fair halos so bright.
Then when sleep, having been warn’d, takes flight,
May thou awake refreshed by thy peaceful night;
May thy days be but a waking dream,
And cares to thy dear eyes but pleasures seem.
