And when they had eaten it, Singing right merrily. These little robins, That live so happily, Teach many lessons Sweet and dear to me. How boys can harm them. I do not know, And be so cruel to them, Taylor. I knew a robin once Who was so very tame, That in at the window Every day he came. From out of our hands His crumbs he would eat, And sing us a song On the window-seat. When spring came again, But he never forgot His snug winter nest, Nor to whistle a song For those he loved best. I will not fear, Through the dark night, As in the light; And while I sleep, Safe watch will keep, When God is near? Here, here, here; yes, my pony dear: Now with hay and oats I'll treat you, And with smiles will ever greet you, Pony dear, yes, my pony dear. WHAT I LIVE FOR. I'm not made for idle play, Busy I must be, and do What is right and useful too; But to God I still will pray, Thank you, pretty cow, that made Warm and fresh, and sweet and white. Do not chew the hemlock rank, |