They look in every thoughtless nest, Where birds are cover'd warm; They visit caves of every beast, To keep them all from harm. That should have been sleeping, When wolves and tigers howl for prey They pitying stand and weep, Seeking to drive their thirst away, And keep them from the sheep; But if they rush dreadful, And there the lion's ruddy eyes Shall flow with tears of gold, And pitying the tender cries, And walking round the fold, Is driven away From our immortal day." "And now beside thee, bleating lamb, I can lie down and sleep; Or think on Him who bore thy name, Graze after thee, and weep. For, wash'd in life's river, My bright mane for ever SPRING. OUND the flute ! SOUND Birds delight Day and night; Nightingale In the dale, Lark in sky, Merrily, Merrily, merrily, to welcome in the year. Little boy, Full of joy Little girl, Sweet and small; Cock does crow, So do you. Infant noise, Merrily, merrily, to welcome in the year. E Little lamb, Here I am; Come and lick My white neck; Let me pull Your soft wool; Let me kiss Your soft face. Merrily, merrily, we welcome in the year. W NURSE'S SONG. HEN the voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast, And everything else is still. Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down, And the dews of night arise; Come, come, leave off play, and let us away Till the morning appears in the skies. No, no, let us play, for it is yet day, And we cannot go to sleep; Besides in the sky the little birds fly, And the hills are all cover'd with sheep. Well, well, go and play till the light fades away, And then go home to bed. The little ones leap'd and shouted and laugh'd, |