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Robin, that thou couldst

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my infant, lo! by show ! 1 the wall, ped leaves that fall, one--two-and threeder-tree! m and frosty air bright and fair,

Lost," book xi., where Adam the ominous sign of the eagle Js of gayest plume," and the id pursued by their enemy.

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* Her voice was blithe, her heart was light; / The bird that comes about our doors The Broom right have pursued

When autumn winds are sobbing ? Her speech, until the stars of night Art thou the Peter of Norway boors ? Their journey had renewed:

Their Thomas in Finland, But in the branches of the Oak

And Russia far inland ? Two ravens now began to croak

The bird, who by some name or other Their nuptial song, a gladsome air; All men who know thee call their brother, And to her own green bower the breeze The darling of children and men ? That instant brought two stripling bees Could father Adam open his eyes.* To rest, or murmur there.

And see this sight beneath the skies,

He'd wish to close them again. * One night, my children ! from the north There came a furious blast ;

If the butterfly knew but his friend, At break of day I ventured forth,

Hither his flight he would bend;
And near the cliff I passed.

And find his way to me
The storm had fallen upon the Oak, Under the branches of the tree :
And struck him with a mighty stroke,

In and out, he darts about;
And whirled, and whirled him far away; Can this be the bird, to man so good,
And, in one hospitable cleft,

That, after their bewildering,
The little careless Broom was left

Did cover with leaves the little children, To live for many a day."

So painfully in the wood ?
What ailed thee, Robin, that thou couldst


A beautiful creature,

That is gentle by nature ?

From flower to flower let him fly;

'Tis all that he wishes to do.

The cheerer thou of our indoor sadness, SWIFTLY urn the murmuring wheel! He is the friend of our summer gladness: Night has brought the welcome hour, What hinders, then, that ye should be When the weary fingers feel

Playmates in the sunny weather, Help, as if from faery power;

And fly about in the air together! Dewy night o'ershades the ground; His beautiful wings in crimson are drest, Turn the swift wheel round and round! A crimson as bright as thine own:

If thou wouldst be happy in thy nest,
Now, beneath the starry sky,

O pious bird ! whom man loves best,
Crouch the widely-scattered sheep;- Love him, or leave him alone!
Ply the pleasant labour, ply!
For the spindle, while they sleep,
Runs with motion smooth and fine,
Gathering up a trustier line.


Short-lived likings may be bred
By a glance from fickle eyes ;

That way look, my infant, lo!
But true love is like the thread

What a pretty baby show! Which the kindly wool supplies,

See the kitten on the wall, When the flocks are all at rest

Sporting with the leaves that fall, Sleeping on the mountain's breast. Withered leaves-one--two-and three

From the lofty elder-tree!

Through the calm and frosty air
THE REDBREAST AND Of this morning bright and fair,

. See“ Paradise Lost," book xi., where Adam ART thou the bird whom man loves best,

points out to Eve the ominous sign of the eagle The pious bird with the scarlet breast, chasing “two birds of gayest plume," and the Our little English robin ;

gentle hart and hind pursued by their enemy.

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