SONGS OF INNOCENCE.

'Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe; !
Sing thy songs of happy cheer!'
So I sung the same again,

While he wept with joy to hear.

'Piper, sit thee down and write
In a book, that may read
So he vanished from my sight;

And I plucked a follow reed, gover

And I made a rural pen,

And I stained the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs

Every child may joy to hear.

THE SHEPHERD.

How sweet is the shepherd's sweet lot!
From the morn to the evening he strays;
He shall follow his sheep all the day,
And his tongue shall be filled with praise.

For he hears the lambs' innocent call, led
And he hears the ewes' tender reply; nou
He is watchful while they are in peace,
For they know when their shepherd is nigh.

Till the little ones, weary,

No more can be merry :
The sun does descend,

(death)

And our sports have an end.
Round the laps of their mothers
Many sisters and brothers,

Like birds in their nest,

Are ready for rest,

And sport no more seen

On the darkening green.

THE LAMB.

LITTLE lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?

Little lamb, I'll tell thee;

Little lamb, I'll tell thee:

He is called by thy name,

For He calls Himself a Lamb. ch..t

He is meek, and He is mild,

He became a little child.
I a child and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.
Little lamb, God bless thee!
Little lamb, God bless thee!