Sarah Pratt McLean Greene

  • De Sheepfol'

    De massa ob de sheepfol’,
    Dat guards de sheepfol’ bin,
    Look out in de gloomerin’ meadows,
    Wha’r de long night rain begin—
    So he call to de hirelin’ shepa’d,
    “Is my sheep, is dey all come in?”

    Oh den, says de hirelin’ shepa’d:
    “Dey ’s some...

  • The Lamp

    Hast thou a lamp, a little lamp,
      Put in that hand of thine?
    And did He say, who gave it thee,
    The world hath need this light should be,
      Now, therefore, let it shine?

    And dost thou say, with bated breath,
      It is a little flame;
    I ’ll...