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 | The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich |  |
THE WINTER ROBIN
Sursum corda
Now is that sad time of year
When no flower or leaf is here;
When in misty Southern ways
Oriole and jay have flown,
And of all sweet birds, alone
The robin stays.
When no flower or leaf is here;
When in misty Southern ways
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And of all sweet birds, alone
The robin stays.
So give thanks at Christmas-tide;
Hopes of springtime yet abide!
See, in spite of darksome days,
Wind and rain and bitter chill,
Snow, and sleet-hung branches, still
The robin stays!
Hopes of springtime yet abide!
See, in spite of darksome days,
Wind and rain and bitter chill,
Snow, and sleet-hung branches, still
The robin stays!
| The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich | |