SONGS for CHILDREN, SONG XIII

How sweet are the sports of our youth, What pleasures with our's can [compare? 'Tis innocence pleases, and truth, To an infant's what joys can compare?

So easy the blise that we find, While none are our care or our woe; Our parents may feel in their mind, But no troubles their little ones know.

With peace and contentment we rise, If it be to our learning or play; Let none our seet pastimes despite, Since lif's but the sport of a day.

The grave ones may think as they will, But can gravity give them the [pow'r, Like us to live merrily still, And happily spend the fleet hour.

At marbles, at hoop, or at ball, Or whatever the sports that delight; In the day it is exercise all, And sweetly we sleep in the night.

Tho' trifles we look for like these, Do not men too their trifles pursue? And gewgaws their fancies can please, 'T were well if as innocent too.