SONGS for CHILDREN, SONG XXV

Of ev'ry day that's in the week, Good children should love one day; And plainly, my dear boy, to speak, The day I mean is Sunday.

To church all decent folks then go, There Charley, Billy, Harry, And many others that we know, Their little pray'r-books carry.

And after Church abroad they walk, Drest neatly as you find too; Of good and serious things they talk, And all are free and kind too.

Thro' fertile fields of verdant hue, In summer as they rove; God's goodness they with wonder view, In valley, mead, and grove.

In winter round the cheerful hearth, They talk of sports for Monday; And full of sweet and harmless mirth, They pass the hours of Sunday.

Then of all days, tho' seven are seen, Each week we'll pitch on one day; And that's the day that comes between The Saturday and Monday.