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THE FIRST LAMB.
THOU little new-born basker in the sun
Stretch'd on thy side-as thou hadst nought to do, But feel how pleasantly thy moments run,
While vernal beams just warm thy vesture thro'!
Ah! start not up, as if thou fearedst me,
And haste thus tottering to thy bleating dam; I were as loath to injure thee as she,
Though she may love thee better, timorous lamb.
And why dread me, too, more than yonder steed, That snorts and trots so loftily around;
As he would lord it over all the mead,
Nor cared if he should crush thee on the ground
Thou had'st not risen thus, I ween, for him;
Ah! sin, thou meetest me where'er I stray!
Or rather, I do bring thee in my bosom-
Time was, thou gentlest playmate of the spring, Thou hadst believed man's look of love sincereNo ill suspected that his form could bring,
But rather licked the hand thou could'st not fear.
All, all is changed! Man treads the green earth now A monarch shunned-too oft with prudent fear : Each creature flees him even from the bough The little warbler flits, when he draws near!
And yet, methinks, while gazing upon thee
Beneath the brightness of this vernal sky, Dim were the faith or dead that could not see More to awaken gladness than a sigh.
If earth remind me, wheresoe'er I rove,
In thee, sweet type of meekest innocence,
Whose blood ere long some mortal hand shall shed,
I read of one, my refuge and defence,
In silent sorrow to the slaughter led.
And thou, all-glorious renovating sun,
From whose bright beams this living beauty
Thou too remind'st me of the Holy One
The same-but risen with healing in his wings!
Oh, Lamb of God! Oh, sun of righteousness! Atoning Saviour! fount of light and life!
This peaceful walk, I ask of thee to bless,
When comes the world once more with noise and strife.
THEY who are strongly bent on earthly gain,
And scarce prize ought like opportunity
* 2 Cor. iv. 17, and xii. 9.