bell,

And the pretty anemone too;

The meadow sweet down in the dell,

And the violet with beautiful hue.

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The sweet-scented hawthorn I see,

And the roses that sweeten the

breeze;

But none of them sweeter to me

'Than the woodbine that twines

round the trees.

But who made these beautiful trees?

And who made these delicate flow-

ers?

Who sweetens with roses the breeze,

And refreshes the fields with his

showers?

'Twas my dear heavenly Father above

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.

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