A fair little girl climbed up in a tree,
"To see how Heaven looked," she said.
Small notice she took of the long ascent,
Seeing only the sky o'erhead.
She mounted far up to the topmost branch,
Not once looking down to the ground,
Till its height was reached; then she gazed with joy,
At the glories which she had found.
"Come up where I am," she cried in delight,
To the children far down below.
"The higher I climb, the stranger you look,
And the smaller you seem to grow."
