SONGS for CHILDREN, SONG XX

Children, while you seek for pleasure, Don't you see the moments fly; Mirth is your's, but keep in measure, Though you laugh you soon may cry.

But a Lott'ry, boys, this life is, Most will lose, though all must play; All our time but full of strife is, You are happy in to-day.

Do not ask about to-morrow, Little wantons revel still; Future times bring care and sorrow, Soon, too soon, you'll have your fill.

Yet, content with play and sports, you Now may pass the time away; Fleeting movements, as they court you, But invite to sports and play.

Like the beauties that surround you, (Nature's beauties) which ne'er cloy; While with innocence thus crown'd you Ev'ry blessing shall enjoy.