THE PET LAMB. ONE chilly morning in the spring, George listened, for he thought he heard Rover was with him at the time; "T was not the usual tone of lambs, And George ran quickly to the fold, THE PET LAMB. There stood a little shivering lamb, She could not hear her lambkin cry, 69 George took the poor, forsaken thing, And tried to make him warm. He gave him nice sweet milk to eat, And told him to be good; And Rover gave him kindly looks, At last the lamb laid down to sleep, And watched him close, as if he feared 70 THE PET LAMB. And what the little guileless lamb, As he slept sweetly there, Was dreaming of, we cannot tell — Perhaps of his mamma. And when he woke, he was refreshed, And soon began to play, And trustingly in George's hands, And Georgie loved him very much, He was so mild and tame, And kept him from the meadows damp, He followed him within the house, About the garden too, And round his white and woolly neck, THE PET LAMB. And when into the grassy field They sent him far away, Thinking he'd like with other lambs, He seemed so sad and sorrowful, With melancholy air, That Rover would beside him stay But soon as Rover turned to go, The lamb would look at him and bleat, Then he would follow Rover home, And seem in ecstasy, When George caressed and patted him, As full of joy as he. 71 72 THE PET LAMB. And time went on, and I could tell And that he still continued fond And in the pleasant summer time, In field and meadow, by the brook, My story's done. May you be like The lamb, so meek and mild, 1 |