826 GRAY LADY AND THE BIRDS 
And yet of all the well-dressed throng 
Not one can sing so brave a song. 
It makes the pride of looks appear 
A vain and foolish thing, to hear 
His “Sweet-sweet-sweet, very merry cheer.” 
— Henry Van Dyke, from The Builders and Other 
Poems. 
ROBIN REJOICE 
Among the first of the spring, 
The notes of the Robin ring; 
With flute-like voice, 
He calls, “ Rejoice, 
For I am coming to sing 
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To any one gloomy or sad, 
He says, ‘‘Be glad! be glad! 
Look on the bright side, 
’Tis aye the right side; 
The world is good, not bad.” 
At daybreak in June we hear 
His melody, strong and clear: 
“Cheer up, be merry, 
I’ve found a cherry; 
’Tis a glorious time of the year!” 
— Garrett Newkirk, in Bird-Lore. 
“Our Robin is a big-bodied Thrush, whereas the Robin- 
redbreast, the Cock Robin of story, is more nearly akin 
The in size and build to our Bluebird. If you want 
Robin to see the family marks that yoke the Robin 
to his Thrush cousin, look carefully at the youngsters 
as they are leaving the nest, and you will see that instead 
of wearing plain brick-coloured breasts like the parents, 
