The Lambby William Blake 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…

Mother Doesn’t Want a Dogby Judith Viorst Mother doesn’t want a dog.Mother says they smell,And never sit when you say sit,Or even when you yell.And when you come home late at nightAnd there is ice and snow,You have to go back out becauseThe dumb dog has to go.Mother doesn’t want a dog.Mother says they shed,And…

After Apple-Pickingby Robert Frost My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a treeToward heaven still,And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fillBeside it, and there may be two or threeApples I didn’t pick upon some bough.But I am done with apple-picking now.Essence of winter sleep is on the night,The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.I…

The Legend Beautifulby Henry Wadsworth Longfellow “Hads’t thou stayed, I must have fled!”That is what the Vision said. In his chamber all alone,Kneeling on the floor of stone,Prayed the Monk in deep contritionFor his sins of indecision,Prayed for greater self-denialIn temptation and in trial;It was noonday by the dial,And the Monk was all alone.Suddenly, as…

Lovely Lady Dressed in Blueby Mary Dixon Thayer Lovely Lady dressed in blue —Teach me how to pray!God was just your little boy,Tell me what to say! Did you lift Him up, sometimes,Gently on your knee?Did you sing to Him the wayMother does to me? Did you hold His hand at night?Did you ever tryTelling…