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ROBIN'S FAITHFULNESS.
Robin, sitting and sunning his breast,
Singeth a song unweary,
Though the pale sun hath dropt low in the west.
Robin, Robin, my dearie!
Singeth when birdies are warm in the nest.
Singeth a song unweary,
Though the pale sun hath dropt low in the west.
Robin, Robin, my dearie!
Singeth when birdies are warm in the nest.
Thrush and blackbird, feathered as brave,
Tremble and shiver;
Scarce at the noontide will pipe a small stave.
Where barest boughs quiver,
Cosy and soft is the home-nest they have.
Tremble and shiver;
Scarce at the noontide will pipe a small stave.
Where barest boughs quiver,
Cosy and soft is the home-nest they have.
Swallow went on a weary day,
When Summer lay dying;
Spread his long wings and sailed away,
Out on the south wind flying.
Swallow, come again with the May.
When Summer lay dying;
Spread his long wings and sailed away,
Out on the south wind flying.
Swallow, come again with the May.
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Summer lands are fragrant with bloom;
Why should you linger, Swallow?
Leaves are falling, and frost hath come,
And Winter doth follow,
Grim and stark, with his brows a-gloom.
Why should you linger, Swallow?
Leaves are falling, and frost hath come,
And Winter doth follow,
Grim and stark, with his brows a-gloom.
My Robin sang unheard in the May,
For the chorus of thrushes
Stifled his love-song, merry and gay;
And in their pauses and hushes
Blackbird piped from his bloomy spray.
For the chorus of thrushes
Stifled his love-song, merry and gay;
And in their pauses and hushes
Blackbird piped from his bloomy spray.
But singing-birds and hearts are for Spring,
When a warm wind's blowing;
And hope and love, and many a thing,
May go with the swallow's going
Over seas on his soaring wing.
When a warm wind's blowing;
And hope and love, and many a thing,
May go with the swallow's going
Over seas on his soaring wing.
To my Robin the praise belong,
And the love be given!
This is the message rings in his song:
“In earth or in heaven,
The day shall dawn, though the night be long.”
And the love be given!
This is the message rings in his song:
“In earth or in heaven,
The day shall dawn, though the night be long.”
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Thrush and blackbird, keep in the nest
Till daisies sprinkle the meadow,
And scented winds blow out of the west!
Only through shine and shadow
Singeth the birdie I love the best.
Till daisies sprinkle the meadow,
And scented winds blow out of the west!
Only through shine and shadow
Singeth the birdie I love the best.
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