Come Hither: A Collection of Rhymes and Poems for the Young of All Ages

by Unknown

Let me set my mournful ditty

To a merry measure,

Thou wilt never come for pity,

Thou wilt come for pleasure.

Pity then will cut away,

Those cruel wings, and thou wilt stay.

I love all that thòu lovest,

Spirit of Delight!

The fresh Earth in new leaves drest,

And the starry night,