SONGS for CHILDREN, SONG XXXIV

Peaceful do the waters flow, Gentle winds as peaceful blow, Thus, my child, from fretting cease, Hush, your passions into peace.

When the blust'ring storms arise, See how frightful look the skies; But when calm, the prospect bright, Glads you with the beauteous light.

Calm the prospect of the mind, When your temper's mild you'll find, Then are you like smiling May, When the flow'ry Spring is gay.

But when crying, you deform That pretty face, and fret and storm; Like November's dreary day, Then you fright your friends away.

Then as waters gently flow, When the breezes softly blow; Do you be peaceable and mild, Fret no more my pretty child.