Her robe of innocence was gone;
And yet her children vainly boast
In the sad marks of glory lost.
3 How proud we are! how fond to show
Our clothes! and call them rich and new!
When the poor sheep and silkworms wore
That very clothing long before.
4 The tulip and the butterfly
Appear in gayer coats than I;
Let me be dress’d fine as I will,