mb, I long to be
From envy, pride, and malice free;
Patient, and mild, and meek like thee,
My own pet Lamb.

I long to know my Shepherd's voice,
To make his pleasant ways my choice
And in the fold like thee rejoice,
My own pet Lamb.

Be you to others kind and true,
As you'd have others be to you.

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HYMN.

O, Lord! our infant voice we raise,
Thy holy name to bless;
In daily song of thanks and praise,
For mercies numberless.

For parents who have taught us right,
That Thou art good and true;
And though unseen by our weak sight
Thou seest all we do.

Let all our thoughts and actions rise
From innocence and truth;
And Thou, O, Lord! wilt not despise
The praise of early youth.

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TIME TO RISE.

The Cock who soundly sleeps at night,
Rises with the morning light,
Very loud and shrill he crows;
Then the sleeping ploughman knows,
He must leave his bed also,
To his morning work to go.

And the little Lark does fly
To the middle of the sky;
You may hear his merry tune
In the morning very soon;
For he does not like to rest,
Idle, in his downy nest.

While the cock is crowing shrill,
Leave my little bed I will,
And I'll rise to hear the Lark,
For it is no longer dark;
'Twould be a pity there to stay,
When 'tis light and pleasant day.

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FOR NANNIE.

A plum so blue, a cherry red,
An orange bright and yellow;
A pippin green, as e'er was seen,
And peaches rich and mellow.

All, all of these will mama give
To lassie good and bonnie, O,
So papa down, to Boston town,
And buy them all for Nannie, O.

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THE PUSSY CAT.

Little puss, come here to me,
Gently jump upon my knee,
And then your pretty eyes I'll see,
But do not scratch.

Pray do you ever catch a mouse,
As you run up and down the house?
I'm sure you do, good Mrs. Puss,
With these same claws.

Here, share with me this little seat,
I never now poor puss will beat,
So let me feel how soft your feet,
Since you don't scratch.

How very nicely you can draw,
Quite out of sight each little claw,
And make so soft a velvet paw,
Good little puss.

I saw a little mouse, you know,
Once yonder in the yard below,
And pounce you went upon it so,
Poor little thing.

You loosed it oft, and let it run,
Then to pursue it you