Nor sheep, nor kine were near; the lamb was all alone, And by a slender cord was tether'd to a stone; 5 With one knee on the grass did the little maiden kneel, While to that mountain lamb she gave its evening meal. The lamb, while from her hand he thus his supper took, Seem'd to feast with head and ears; and his tail IO 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 ! I watch'd them with delight, they were a lovely pair; Now with her empty can the maiden turn'd away; 15 But ere ten yards were gone, her footsteps did she stay. Right towards the lamb she look'd; and from that shady place I unobserved could see the workings of her face; bring, Thus, thought I, to her lamb that little maid might sing: 20 'What ails thee, Young one? what? Why pull so at thy cord? 'Is it not well with thee? well both for bed and board? 'Thy plot of grass is soft, and green as grass can be; 'Rest, little Young one, rest; what is 't that aileth thee? 19 If she could write verse 'What is it thou wouldst seek? What is wanting to thy heart? 25 '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 woollen chain; 'This beech is standing by, its covert thou canst gain; 30 'For rain and mountain-storms !-the like thou need'st not fear, 'The rain and storm are things that 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 own'd by none, 35 'And thy mother from thy side for evermore 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. 40 27 peers, equals 'Thou know'st 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, 45 'Then I'll yoke thee to my cart like a pony in the plough! '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? 50 'Things that I know not of belike 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, 55 '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!' 51 belike, probably 60 -As homeward through the lane I went with lazy feet, This song to myself did I oftentimes repeat; And it seem'd, as I retraced the ballad line by line, That but half of it was hers, and one half of it was mine. 65 Again, and once again, did I repeat the song; belong! 'For she look'd with such a look, and she spake with such a tone, 'That I almost received her heart into my own.' W. Wordsworth LITTLE Lamb, who made thee? Little Lamb, who made thee? 5 Dost thou know who made thee? ΙΟ Little Lamb, I'll tell thee! Little Lamb, I'll tell thee. He is called by thy name; For He calls Himself a Lamb : 63 retraced, repeated. HERE lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue, Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew, Nor ear heard huntsman's halloo ! Old Tiney, surliest of his kind, Though duly from my hand he took He did it with a jealous look, And, when he could, would bite. His diet was of wheaten bread, And milk, and oats, and straw; Thistles, or lettuces instead, With sand to scour his maw. On twigs of hawthorn he regaled, On pippin's russet peel; And when his juicy salads fail'd 5 IO 15 Sliced carrot pleased him well. 20 tainted, scented 10 pittance, portion 16 to make his food digest 18 russet, brown-red |