Robin, American 



A lesson deep to me is borne, 

 Hearing, ''Cheerily, 

 Cheer up, cheer up; 

 Cheerily, cheerily, 

 Cheer up.'^ 



Selected. 



Robin's Return 



Robin on the tilting bough. 

 Red-breast rover, tell me how 

 You the weary time have passed 

 Since we saw and heard you last. 



'' In a green and pleasant land. 

 By a summer sea-breeze fanned. 

 Orange-trees with fruit are bent; 

 There the weary time I've spent. " 



Robin rover, there, no doubt. 

 Your best music you poured out; 

 Piping to a stranger's ear. 

 You forgot your lovers here. 



'' Little lady, on my word, 

 You do wrong a true-heart bird! 

 Not one ditty would I sing, 

 'Mong the leaves or on the wing. 



" In the sun or in the rain, 

 Stranger's ear would list in vain. 

 If I ever tried a note. 

 Something rose within my throat. 



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