TO BETSEY-JANE,ON HER DESIRING TO GOINCONTINENTLY TO HEAVEN
My Betsey-Jane it would not do,For what would Heaven make of you,A little honey-loving bear,Among the Blessèd Babies there?Nor do you dwell with us in vainWho tumble and get up againAnd try, with bruisèd knees, to smile—Sweet, you are blessèd all the whileAnd we in you: so wait, they’ll comeTo take your hand and fetch you home,In Heavenly leaves to play at tentsWith all the Holy Innocents.
My Betsey-Jane it would not do,For what would Heaven make of you,A little honey-loving bear,Among the Blessèd Babies there?Nor do you dwell with us in vainWho tumble and get up againAnd try, with bruisèd knees, to smile—Sweet, you are blessèd all the whileAnd we in you: so wait, they’ll comeTo take your hand and fetch you home,In Heavenly leaves to play at tentsWith all the Holy Innocents.
My Betsey-Jane it would not do,For what would Heaven make of you,A little honey-loving bear,Among the Blessèd Babies there?
Nor do you dwell with us in vainWho tumble and get up againAnd try, with bruisèd knees, to smile—Sweet, you are blessèd all the while
And we in you: so wait, they’ll comeTo take your hand and fetch you home,In Heavenly leaves to play at tentsWith all the Holy Innocents.