LAMB—pretty, little, quiet lamb,
So gentle and so mild;
O, do not be afraid of me,
I'm but a little child.
O, may I be of that dear flock,
Of which the Saviour told;
Within the pastures of his love,
He keeps his precious fold.

MELONS do in the garden grow,
And very fine are they;
Cool and refreshing to the taste,
Upon a summer's day.
And melons grow upon a vine
That creepeth on the ground;
Amidst the green and silky leaves,
The rich, ripe fruit is found.

NEST! O, a little robin's nest!
Up in the apple tree!
Four little eggs all blue and white,
So close and snug, I see.
"Mother, how could a little bird
So neat a nest have made?"
"'Twas God that taught the little bird
How every straw was laid."