For a Naughty Little Girl – Ann Taylor

Oh! why is this passion? remember, my child, GOD sees you, who lives in the sky.

That dear little face, that I like so to kiss, How alter’d and sad it appears! Do you think I can love you so naughty as this, Or kiss you, all wetted with tears?

Remember, though GOD is in Heaven, my love,

He sees you within and without,

And always looks down, from His glory above,

To notice what you are about. If I am not with you, or if it be dark,

And nobody is in the way,

His eye is as able your doings to mark,

In the night as it is in the day.

Then dry up your tears and look smiling again,

And never do things that are wrong;

For I’m sure you must feel it a terrible pain,

To be naughty and crying so long.

We’ll pray, then, that GOD may your passion forgive,

And teach you from evil to fly;

And then you’ll be happy as long as you live, And happy whenever you die.


Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)