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Little Girl to her Pet Lamb.
My Lamb, where hast thou been
Roaming abroad all day?
Cropping thy food in pastures green,
Where the bright waters play?
But of the sunny vale
Thou'rt weary now, I see,
So, thou may'st come and tell thy tale,
And rest thy head on me.
Roaming abroad all day?
Cropping thy food in pastures green,
Where the bright waters play?
But of the sunny vale
Thou'rt weary now, I see,
So, thou may'st come and tell thy tale,
And rest thy head on me.
I have been sporting too,
Where spring my favorite flowers,
Among the lillies fresh with dew,
Among the vine clad bowers,
And by yon chrystal stream
Where droops the willow tree,
I sweetly slept, and had a dream,
A pleasant dream of thee.
Where spring my favorite flowers,
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Among the vine clad bowers,
And by yon chrystal stream
Where droops the willow tree,
I sweetly slept, and had a dream,
A pleasant dream of thee.
And music all around
Was breathing when I woke,
From nest, and branch, and rose-deck'd bound,
And from my lips it broke.
Why does thy bosom beat?
Hath aught disturb'd thy peace?
Dear Lamb! have brambles torn thy feet,
Or rent thy snowy fleece?
Was breathing when I woke,
From nest, and branch, and rose-deck'd bound,
And from my lips it broke.
Why does thy bosom beat?
Hath aught disturb'd thy peace?
Dear Lamb! have brambles torn thy feet,
Or rent thy snowy fleece?
Come! I can sooth thy pain,
If thou wilt tell me free,
And lull thee with that cooing strain,
The young Dove taught to me.
Thou by my side shalt run,
Friend and companion dear,
For since thou hast no evil done,
What evil need'st thou fear?
If thou wilt tell me free,
And lull thee with that cooing strain,
The young Dove taught to me.
Thou by my side shalt run,
Friend and companion dear,
For since thou hast no evil done,
What evil need'st thou fear?
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