Poems by Sarah Josepha Hale

If ever I see,
On bush or tree,
Young birds in a pretty nest,
I must not, in my play,
St...

Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow,
And everywhere that Mary went
The lamb...

Shadowed beneath those awful piles of stone,
Where Liberty has found a Pisgah height,
O'erloo...

America! My own dear land--
O, 'tis a lovely land to me;
I thank my God that I was born
Wher...

I have learned my lesson,
And mother said
She would give me a kiss
When I went to bed--
I do...

The pleasant Spring has come again,
The pretty birds are here,
The grass grows in the gentle ...

How beautiful the morning,
When summer days are long;
O, we will rise betimes and hear
The ...