They patted it upon its head, And stroked it with the hand, PART II. Now, this kind shepherd was as ill, And kept his bed for many a week, And when he had got well again, “The doctor wants his money, and "What shall we do, what can we do? When he rides by the door?" "Oh, do not sell my white pet lamb," Then little Mary said, "And every night I'll go up stairs For if the butcher buys my lamb, And make its pretty white throat bleed "And never in the morning light Again it will me meet, Nor come again to lick my hand, Oh! do not sell my sweet, pet lamb; And, if you'll let it live, The best half of my bread and milk I will unto it give." The doctor at that very time Entered the cottage door, As, with her arms around her lamb, She sat upon the floor. PART III. "Why do you weep, my pretty girl?" Oh, do not let them sell my lamb, But a small piece of bread." "I'll buy the lamb and give it you," The kind, good doctor said, “And with the money that I pay Your father can buy bread. "As for the bill, that can remain Until another year." He paid the money down, and said, "The lamb is yours, my dear: You have a kind and gentle heart, And God, who made us all, He loveth well those who are kind To creatures, great and small; "And while I live, my little girl, Your lamb shall not be sold, It fed upon the cowslips tall, The little lamb would lay Asleep beneath the elm-tree's shade, Upon the summer's day, While she twined flowers around its neck, And called it her "sweet May." Thomas Miller. THE DAISY WHAT hand but His who arched the skies, Could raise the daisy's purple bud, O'er hill and dale, and desert sod; At every step the stamp of God?-Mason Good. I'M NOT TOO YOUNG FOR GOD TO SEE. He knows my name and nature too, And all day long He looks at me, And sees my actions through and through. He listens to the words I say, And knows the thoughts I have within; And whether I'm at work or play, He's sure to see me if I sin. If some good minister is by, It makes us careful what we do; Then how much more ought we to fear Then, when I want to do amiss, I'll always try to think of this I'm not too young for God to see. Mrs. Gilbert. |