SONGS for CHILDREN, SONG XV

What do you see there my deary, Which so much attracts your eyes, That you draw the glass so near ye, What fresh beauties there can rise?

'Tis your face that you are viewing Pretty infant, full of play; But the years, their course pursuing, Take at last all charms away.

All but those which Heav'n bestowing, On the mind which firm and sure; Thro' old age and sickness glowing, Still unfading shall endure.

Beauty is a short-liv'd blessing, As a gaudy show admir'd; Goodness merits our caressing, Most by all to be desir'd.

If the glass, is thus delighting, Where a pretty face is seen; Outward beauty so inviting, Should remind of that within.

Then, my darling, while intent you View so close a pretty face; Think for what your Maker meant you, Nor a lovely form disgrace.