Who made every thing that I see;
And who, with compassion and love,
Regards a poor infant like me.
But what a sweet nosegay is here,
The best I will give to my mother,
And some to my school-fellows dear,
And some to my sister and brother.
Who made every thing that I see;
And who, with compassion and love,
Regards a poor infant like me.
But what a sweet nosegay is here,
The best I will give to my mother,
And some to my school-fellows dear,
And some to my sister and brother.