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THE LITTLE GIRL AND THE ROBIN.

There came to my window,
One morning in spring,
A sweet little robin,
She came there to sing;
And the tune that she sang,
Was prettier far,
Than ever I heard

On the flute or guitar.

She raised her light wings,
To soar far away,
Then resting a moment
Seemed sweetly to say,
Oh happy, how happy
This world seems to be,
Awake little girl,

And be happy with me.

But just as she finished

Her beautiful song,
A thoughtless young man

With his gun came along.

He killed and he carried

My sweet bird away,
And she ne'er more will sing
At the dawn of the day.

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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,
To see a lamb at school.

And so the teacher turned him out,
But still he lingered near,
And waited patiently about,
Till Mary did appear.

And then he ran to her, and laid
His head upon her arm,
As if to say, I'm not afraid,
You'll guard me from all harm.

What makes the lamb love Mary so ?
The eager children cry ;

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,
Affectionate and kind.

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,
And sad hardships they endure,
Such as I did never know.

Dear mamma, I'll thank you oft
For this comfortable bed,
And this pretty pillow soft,
Where I rest my little head.

I shall sleep till morning light,
On a bed so nice as this,
So, my dear mamma, good night,
Give your little girl one kiss.

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TO A ROBIN IN WINTER.

Oh come to my window,
My little red breast,
I'll give you some crumbs,
With me you may rest.
To stay you are welcome,
This cold winter through,
Oh stay until summer,
My sweet robin, do.

And then you may wander,
My little red breast,
And fly to the orchard,
And build you a nest.

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