Poems for Children Sigourney/The Pet-Lamb

by Lydia Sigourney

The 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.

I have been sporting too,
    Where spring my favorite flowers,
Among the lilies fresh with dew,
    Among the vine-clad bowers,
And by yon crystal 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?

Come! I can soothe 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 shall run,
    Friend and companion dear,
For since thou hast no evil done,
    What evil need'st thou fear?

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