Anonymous

“ That richly bloom to-day?
And is it he that sends sweet showers
To make them look so gay?
Did he make all the mountains
That rear their heads so high?
And all the little fountains
That glide so gently by?
And does he care for children small?
Say, ma! does God love me?
Has he the guardian care of all
The various things we see?
Yes! yes! my child, he made them all—
Flowers, mountains, plants and trees.
No man so great, no child so small,
That from his eye can flee. ”

“ Now with her empty can the maiden turned away;
But ere ten yards were gone her footsteps did she stay.
Towards the Lamb she looked; and from that shady place
I unobserved could see the workings of her face;
If nature to her tongue could measured numbers bring,
Thus, thought I, to her Lamb that little maid might sing!
What ails thee, young one? what? why pull so at thy cord? ”

“ Upon the mountain tops no kinder could have been.
Thou knowest that twice a day I brought thee in this can
Fresh water from the brook, as clear as ever ran;
And twice in the day, when the ground is wet with dew,
I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new.
Thy limbs will shortly be twice as stout as they are now;
Then I’ll yoke thee to my cart, like a pony in the plough;
My playmate thou shalt be; and when the wind is cold
Our hearth shall be thy bed, our house shall be thy fold. ”

“ For those who shall mock at the poor and the old.
Poor Robert, thy troubles will shortly be o’er,
Forget in the grave thy misfortunes will be;
But God will his vengeance assuredly pour
On those wicked children who persecute thee.
THE PET LAMB.
The Pet Lamb.
The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink
I heard a voice: it said, Drink, pretty creature, drink!
And, looking o’er the hedge, before me I espied
A snow-white mountain Lamb with a maiden at its side.
No other sheep were near; the Lamb was all alone,
And by a slender cord was tethered to a stone ”

“ His melancholy end;
Then let us leave the dreadful sight,
And thoughts of pity send.
But may we this important truth
Observe and ever hold:
“All those who’re idle in their youth
Will suffer when they’re old.” ”

“ POOR CRAZY ROBERT.
Poor Robert is crazy, his hair is turn’d gray,
His beard has grown long, and hangs down to his breast;
Misfortune has taken his reason away,
His heart has no comfort, his head has no rest. ”

“ And when the grass was dry,
Together round her grave we played,
My brother John and I.
And when the ground was white with snow,
And I could run and slide,
My brother John was forced to go,
And he lies by her side.
How many are you, then, said I,
If they two are in Heaven?
The little maiden did reply,
O master! we are seven.
But they are dead, those two are dead!
Their spirits are in heaven!
’Twas throwing words away; for still
The little maid would have her will,
And said, Nay, we are seven.
THE IDLE BOY.
Thomas was an idle lad,
And loung’d about all day ”