[Illustration: Poor Crazy Robert.]
And try to provoke him, and call him old Bob,
And hunt him about till he's ready to faint.
But ah! wicked children, I fear they forget
That God does their cruel diversion behold;
And that in his book dreadful curses are writ,
For those who shall mock at the poor and the old.
Poor Robert, thy troubles will shortly be o'er,
Forget in the grave thy misfortunes will be;
But God will his vengeance assuredly pour
On those wicked children who persecute thee.
[Illustration]
[Illustration: The Pet Lamb.]
THE PET LAMB.
The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink;
I heard a voice: it said, Drink, pretty creature,
drink!
And, looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied
A snow-white mountain Lamb with a maiden at its
side.
No other sheep were near; the Lamb was all alone,
And by a slender cord was tethered to a stone;
With one knee on the grass did the little maiden
kneel,
While to that mountain Lamb she gave its evening
meal.
The Lamb, while from her hand he thus his
supper took,
Seemed to feast with head and ears; and his tail
with pleasure shook.
Drink, pretty creature, drink, she said in such a tone
That I almost received her heart into my own.