THE ROBIN REDBREAST.
1
Poor Robin sits and sings alone
When showers of driving sleet,
By the cold winds of winter blown,
The cottage casement beat.
2
Come, let him share our chimney nook,
And dry his dripping wing;
See, little Mary shuts her book,
And cries, “Poor Robin, sing!”
3
Methinks I hear his faint reply:
When cowslips deck the plain,
The lark shall carol in the sky,
And I shall sing again.
4
But in the cold and wintry day,
To you I owe a debt,
That in the sunshine of the May
I never can forget!