THE PET LAMB THE dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink; drink!" And looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied No other sheep were near, the lamb was all alone, The lamb, while from her hand he thus his supper took, Seemed to feast with head and ears, and his tail with pleasure shook. "Drink, pretty creature, drink," she said, in such a tone That I almost received her heart into my own. 'Twas little Barbara Lewthwaite, a child of beauty rare! Toward the lamb she looked; and from that shady place THE PET LAMB 4I "What ails thee, young one? What? Why pull so at thy cord? Is it not well with thee-well both for bed and board? "What is it thou wouldst seek? What is wanting to thy heart? Thy limbs, are they not strong? And beautiful thou art. This grass is tender grass; these flowers they have no peers; And that green corn, all day, is rustling in thy ears! "If the sun be shining hot, do but stretch thy woolen chain; This beech is standing by, its covert thou canst gain; For rain and mountain storms! the like thou need'st not fear For rain and storm are things which scarcely can come here. "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 owned by none, And thy mother from thy side forever more was gone. "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 mountain tops no kinder could have been. 42 THE PET LAMB "Thou knowest that twice a day I have 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 plow; My playmate thou shalt be; and when the wind is cold Our hearth shall be thy bed, our house shall be thy fold. It will not, will not rest! Poor creature, can it be That 'tis thy mother's heart which is working so in thee? Things that I know not of beliké to thee are dear, And dreams of things which thou canst neither see nor hear. Alas the mountain tops that look so green and fair! I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come there; The little brooks that seem all pastime and all play, When they are angry, roar like lions for their prey. "Here thou need'st not dread the raven in the sky; Night and day thou art safe, our cottage is hard by. Why bleat so after me? Why pull so at thy chain? Sleep-and at break of day I will come to thee again!" As homeward through the lane I went with lazy feet, THE PET LAMB 43 Again, and once again, did I repeat the song; Nay," said I, more than half to the damsel must belong, For she looked with such a look, and she spake with such a tone, That I almost received her heart into my own." WORDSWORTH. THE PLANTING OF THE APPLE TREE COME, let us plant the apple tree. Cleave the tough greensward with the spade; Wide let its hollow bed be made; There gently lay the roots, and there Sift the dark mould with kindly care, What plant we in the apple tree? Buds, which the breath of summer days Shall lengthen into leafy sprays; Boughs where the thrush, with crimson breast, Shall haunt, and sing and hide her nest; We plant, upon the sunny lea, A shadow for the noontide hour, What plant we in this apple tree? |