Dear creatures, they do all they can,
And are content with snow.
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 by its side.
Nor sheep nor kine were near; the lamb was all alone,
And by a slender cord was tethered to a stone;