To kindest pity now inclin'd,
See these children wish to give
A trifle to the poor and blind,
Thus assisting him to live.
See, all ragged and forlorn,
He is resting by a tree;
And to him the light of morn
And shades of eve alike must be.
Kind pity then, thou blessed gift,
Help and relieve the sore distress'd;
And up to heav'n his heart he'll lift,
That you with mercy may be blest.