THE ORPHAN. 66 "I SAW a little lamb to-day, Close by its mother's side it lay- It felt no sorrow, pain, or fear, "Sweet little lamb, you cannot know What blessings I have lost : Were you like me, what could you Amid the wintry frost? do My clothes are thin, my food is poor, "I had a mother once, like you, To keep me by her side: She cherish'd me, and loved me too, But soon, alas! she died. Now sorrowful, and full of care, I'm lone and weary everywhere. 66 'I must not weep and break my heart They tell me not to grieve: Sometimes I wish I could depart, And find a peaceful grave. They say such sorrows never come To those who slumber in the tomb." 'Twas thus a little orphan sang, THE FROST. THE Frost look'd forth, one still clear night, I will not go on like that blustering train, Then he flew to the mountain, and powder'd its crest; Of the quivering lake he spread A coat of mail, that it need not fear He went to the windows of those who slept, By the light of the moon were seen Most beautiful things;—there were flowers and trees ; There were bevies of birds and swarms of bees; There were cities with temples and towers, and these All pictured in silver sheen! But he did one thing that was hardly fair; I'll bite this basket of fruit," said he, |