SECTION VIII. The pet Lamb. 1. THE dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink; I heard a voice; it said, "Drink, pret'ty crea'ture,*drink!" And, looking o'er the hedge, before me I e-spi'd, A snow white môûn'tain Lamb, with a maiden at its side. 2. No other sheep were near, the Lamb was all älōne, And by a slender cord, was tether'd to a stone; With one knee on the grass did the little maiden kneel, While to the môûn'tain Lamb she gave its evening meal. 3. 'Twas little Bàr'ba-ră Lēth'waite, a child of beauty rare : I watch'd them with delight; they were a lovely pair: And now with empty can, the maiden turn'd ǎway, But eret ten yards were gone, her footsteps did she stay. 4. To'wards the Lamb she look'd; and from that shady place, I unobserv'd could see the workings of her face : If nature to her tongue could meaşur'd numbers bring, Thus, thought I, to her Lamb that little maid would sing: 5. "What ails thee, young one, what? why pull so at thy cord? Is it not well with thee? well both for bed and board? Thy plot of grass is soft, and green as grass can be: Rest, little young one, rest; what is't that aileth thee? 6. What is it thou would'st seek? What's wan'ting to thy heart? Thy limbs are they not strong? and beautiful thou art: This grass is tender gråss; these flowers they have no peers; And that green corn all day is rustling in thy ears. 7. If the sun is shi'ning hot, do but stretch thy woollen chain, This beech is standing by, its covert thou canst gain; For rain and môûn'tain storms the like thou need'st not fear; The rain and storm àre things which scarcely can come here. 3. Rest, little young one, rest; thou hast forgot the day, When my father found thee first in places far away: Many flocks were on the hills, but thou wert own'd by nóne, And thy mother from thy side for ever more was gone. 9. He took thee in his arms, and in pity brought thee home; A blessed day for thee then whither wouldst thou roam? A faithful nurse thou hast; the dam that did thee yean Upon the môûn'tain tops, no kinder could have been.‡ 10. Thou know'st that, twice a day, I've 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, wârm milk it is and new. 11. It will not, will not rest! Poor creature can it be, That 'tis thy mother's heart that's working so in thee? Things that I know not of perhaps' to thee àre dear, And dreams of things which thou canst neither see nor hear. krē'tshure. täre. + bin. dräfte. 12. Alas! the môûn'tain tops that look so green and fair; The Farmer, the Spaniel, and the Cat. 1. As at his board a Farmer sat, Replenish'd by his homely treat, To scour the fields, and spring the game; Nor does my heart with envy swell, 7. Whose claws destroy' the pilf'ring mouse? Why should your heart with gâll o'erflow? Since there's enough for you and me ?" SECTION X. The Wheat and the Weeds. 1. 'Twas in a pleasant month of spring, "Yes," said the next, "the flow'r I show, With star-like rays, and sky-light blue, So much does your dull plănt outshine, 66 SECTION XI. Economy the source of charity. 1. By gen'rous goodness taught, my early youth 2. It was the seat Small, yet convenient, for their wânts were few. 3. When all arrears of labour shall be paid; Once, perchǎnce', To various little streams he turn'd its source, Where, wând'ring devious thro' his neat dress'd grounds, It cheer'd the green copse, fill'd the earing corn; Then trickled gently through the perfum'd grove. 4. "Mark well, my child," he said; "this little stream Shall teach thee Charity. It is a source 5. 6. 7. 8. I never knew to fail: direc'ted thus Be that soft stream, the fôûn'tain of thy heart. And flowing softly, like this little rill, Cheer all that droop." The good man did not ĕrr; The milk of human kindness wârm'd my breast; Young as I was, I felt for others' woes, And, when I could, reliev'd them.-Yet I was young. And, having lavish'd all my infant store In gewgaw toys, and childish fooleries, I do remember well, a vet'ran old, Maim'd and disfigur'd by the hand of wår, I felt, ălăs'! His various wants-sore, sick, and wân, he seem'd : And shall wânt cloud the evening of his days Ed'găr came. "Mark me, my child! This rill, I told thee oft, thro' all thy life, * āre. |