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nder care, And sheep and lambs together feed. MARIA LOWELL. * * * * * LITTLE LAMB. Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Gave thee life and made thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight,-- Softest clothing, woolly, bright? Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice; Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Little lamb, I'll tell thee; Little lamb, I'll tell thee; He is callen by thy name, For he calls himself a lamb. He is meek, and He is mild; He became a little child. I a child, and thou a lamb, We are called by His name. Little lamb, God bless thee! Little lamb, God bless thee! WILLIAM BLAKE. * * * * * COWPER'S HARE. Well--one at least is safe. One sheltered hare Has never heard the sanguinary yell Of cruel man, exulting in her woes. Innocent partner of my peaceful home, Whom ten long years' experience of my care Has made at last familiar, she has lost Much of her vigilant instinctive dread, Not needful here, beneath a roof like mine. Yes--thou mayst eat thy bread, and lick the hand That feeds thee; thou mayst frolic on the floor At evening, and at night retire secure To thy straw-couch, and slumber unalarmed; For I have gained thy confidence, have pledged All that is human in me to protect Thine unsuspecting gratitude and love. If I survive thee I will dig thy grave, And when I place thee in it, sighing say, I knew at least one hare that had a friend. COWPER. * * * * * TURN THY HASTY FOOT ASIDE. Turn, turn thy hasty foot aside, Nor crush that helpless worm! The frame thy wayward looks deride Required a God to form. The common lord of all that move, From whom thy being flowed, A portion of his boundless love On that poor worm bestowed. Let them enjoy their little day, Their humble bliss receive; Oh! do not lightly take away The life thou canst not give! T. GISBORNE. * * * * * THE WORM TURNS. I've despised you, old worm, for I think you'll admit That you never were beautiful even in youth; I've impaled you on hooks, an
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