Poems by Sarah Josepha Hale

Poems by Sarah Josepha Hale

Birds, 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's Lamb, by Sarah Josepha Hale

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

The Mississippi River, by Sarah Josepha Hale

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

My Country, by Sarah Josepha Hale

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

My Mother's Sweet Kiss, by Sarah Josepha Hale

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

Spring, by Sarah Josepha Hale

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

Summer Morning, by Sarah Josepha Hale

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