Little mo­dest vio­let blue,
Spangled o’er with morn­ing dew,
Laughing in the sport­ive air,
God has made thy leaves so fair;
Little lambs that skip and play
In the mea­dow fresh and gay,
God pro­tects you by His care,
He has made your fleece so fair.

Little star with gold­en eye,
God has placed thee in the sky;
Little bird with glas­sy wing,
God has taught thee how to sing;
Little clouds that light­ly rest,
On the bo­som of the west,
Floating in the sum­mer air,
God has made your form so fair.

Little mer­ry, laugh­ing child,
Ever play­ful, ev­er wild,
Full of glad­ness, full of love,
God has made thee, God above;
He thy lit­tle spir­it keeps,
For He ne­ver, ne­ver sleeps;
When thy lit­tle life is past,
He will take thee home at last.