THE LAMB

LITTLE lamb, who made thee?

Dost thou know who made thee,

Gave thee life and bade thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little lamb, who made thee?

Dost thou know who made thee?
Little lamb, I'll tell thee;

Little lamb, I'll tell thee.
He is called by thy name,
For He calls himself a Lamb.
He is meek and He is mild,
He became a little child.

I a child and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name,
Little lamb, God bless thee!
Little lamb, God bless thee!

WILLIAM BLAKE.

THE MILL

WINDING and grinding

Round goes the mill,

Winding and grinding

Should never stand still.
Ask not if your neighbor

Grind great or small:
Span not your labor,

Grind your wheat all.

Winding and grinding round goes the mill. Winding and grinding should never stand still.

Winding and grinding

Work through the day,

Grief never minding

Grind it away!

What though tears dropping

Rush as they fall?

Have no wheel stopping

Work comforts all.

Winding and grinding round goes the mill. Winding and grinding should never stand still. DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK.

THE WIND

I SAW you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky;
And all around I heard you pass,
Like ladies' skirts across the grass-
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!

I saw the different things you did,
But always you yourself you hid.
I felt you push, I heard you call,
I could not see yourself at all—
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!

O you that are so strong and cold,
O blower, are you young or old?
Are you a beast of field and tree,
Or just a stronger child than me
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!

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ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON.

THEY DIDN'T THINK

ONCE a trap was baited

With a piece of cheese;

It tickled so a little mouse
It almost made him sneeze;
An old rat said, "There's danger,
Be careful where you go!"

Nonsense!" said the other,
"I don't think you know!"
So he walked in boldly-
Nobody in sight-
First he took a nibble,

Then he took a bite;

Close the trap together
Snapped as quick as wink,
Catching mousey fast there,
'Cause he didn't think.

Once a little turkey,

Fond of her own way, Wouldn't ask the old ones

Where to go or stay;
She said, "I'm not a baby,
Here I am half-grown;

Surely I am big enough
To run about alone!"

THEY DIDN'T THINK

Off she went, but somebody

Hiding saw her pass; Soon like snow her feathers

Covered all the grass. So she made a supper

For a sly young mink, 'Cause she was so headstrong That she wouldn't think.

Once there was a robin,

Lived outside the door, Who wanted to go inside And hop upon the floor. "No, no," said the mother, "You must stay with me; Little birds are safest Sitting in a tree."

"I don't care," said Robin, And gave his tail a fling, "I don't think the old folks Know quite everything.”

Down he flew, and Kitty seized him,

Before he'd time to blink;

"Oh," he cried, "I'm sorry, But I didn't think."

Now, my little children,
You who read this song,
Don't you see what trouble
Comes of thinking wrong?

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