SONGS for CHILDREN, SONG XIV

While the moon so sweetly shining, Makes the scene as bright as day; Quite your whimp'ring, and your whining, Ask for leave, and come to play.

Sun-shine, to be sure, is glaring, By the day we work and read; Yet with softer beauties cheering, Ev'ning may its beauties plead.

Ev'nings like to these are pretty, All is quiet and serene; Patty for them quits the city, Patty, mamma's little queen.

Look the streams all silver running, Hills all yellow'd o'er appear; Woods the blaze of day-light shun-ning, Yet are sweetly brighten'd here.

As each little pastime varies, By the pale, uncertain light; Don't you look like little fairies, Dancing in a ring by night?

But, tho' now the sports may keep ye, Early hours require your rest; Whether lively you or sleepy, Early hours are always best.