All Nature seems to smile,
Then why should I be sad?
Because upon my Mind, just then,
A mournful Thought I had.

I here the Meadows past,
How sweetly smelt the Hay!
A little further on my Path,
Saw thoughtless Men at Play.

Ah! thoughtless sure they be,
That thus their Time mispend;
They all might find enough to do
Their Souls care to attend.

This is our leisure Time,
Perhaps some will reply:
Know that you have no Time to spare,
Go then, and learn to die.

Our precious Lord did work,
And read and often pray;
But surely you will never find
He spent his Time in Play.

Then come to him and learn;
He will good Counsel give,
And teach you safely how to die,
And rightly how to live.