Samuel Taylor Coleridge — To Baby Bates

You come from o'er the waters,        &nbspFrom famed Columbia's land, And you have sons and daughters,        &nbspAnd money at command. But I live in an island,        &nbspGreat Britain is its name, With money none to buy land,        &nbspThe more it is the shame. But we are all the children        &nbspOf one great God of Love, Whose mercy like a mill-drain        &nbspRuns over from above. Lullaby, lullaby,        &nbspSugar-plums and cates, Close your little peeping eye,        &nbspBonny Baby B——s.