THE LITTLE GIRL AND THE ROBIN. There came to my window, On the flute or guitar. She raised her light wings, And be happy with me. But just as she finished Her beautiful song, With his gun came along. He killed and he carried My sweet bird away, MARY'S LAMB. Mary had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow, And every-where that Mary went, The lamb was sure to go. It followed her to school one day; That was against the rule; It made the children laugh and play, And so the teacher turned him out, And then he ran to her, and laid What makes the lamb love Mary so ? Why Mary loves the lamb, you know, The teacher did reply. And you, each gentle animal In confidence may bind, If you, like Mary, are but good, GOING TO BED. Down upon my pillow warm, I do lay my little head, And the rain, and wind, and storm, Cannot come upon my bed. Many little children poor, Have not any where to go, Dear mamma, I'll thank you oft I shall sleep till morning light, TO A ROBIN IN WINTER. Oh come to my window, And then you may wander, |