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ITALIAN FOLK LULLABY, by                    
First Line: "slumber, sweet slumber"
Last Line: Send him golden strength in slumber
Subject(s): Sleep


Slumber, sweet Slumber,
Who passest this way
And seekest for news of my son,
Go in peace, he sleepeth anon.

Sleep, Sleep, that comest from the mountains,
With a golden ball provided,
Smite him gently on the brow,
Harm him not, for he is tiny;
Smite him on the brow but lightly,
Spare him to his mother's love,
Spare him for the future years to come,
Years of help to her and father, too;
He's little now and weakly,
Send him golden strength in slumber.





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