Divine Songs For Children

1 'Tis the voice of the Sluggard. I heard him complain "You have waked me too soon! I must slumber again!" As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed,
Turns his sides, and his shoulders, and his heavy head.

2 "A little more sleep, and a little more slumber;" Thus he wastes half his days, and his hours without number: And when he gets up, he sits folding his hands
Or walks about sauntering, or trifling he stands.

3 I past by his garden, and saw the wild bryar
The thorn and the thistle grow broader and higher:
The clothes that hang on him are turning to rags;
And his money still wasts, still he starves, or he begs.

4 I made him a visit, still hoping to find
He had took better care for improving his mind:
He told me his dreams, talk'd of eating and drinking, But he scarce reads his Bible, and never loves thinking.

5 Said I then to my heart, "Here's a lesson for me," That man's but a picture of what I might be:
But thanks to my friends for their care in my breeding: Who taught me betimes to love working and reading!