Song: The Robin
At misty dawn,
At rosy morn,
The Redbreast sings alone:
At twilight dim,
Still, still, his hymn
Hath a sad, and sorrowing tone.
Another day, his song is gay,
For a listening bird is near-
O ye who sorrow, come borrow, borrow,
A lesson of robin here!
Sam G. Goodrich
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