FEEDING WILD BIRDS IN 

 WINTER. 



" Blithe Robin is heard no more : 

 He gave us his song 

 When summer was o'er 

 And winter was long : 

 He sang for his bread and now he is fled 

 Away to his secret nest. 

 And there in the green 

 Early and late 

 Alone to his mate 

 He pipeth unseen 

 And swelleth his breast. 

 For, as it is o'er, 

 Blithe Robin is heard no more." 



ROBERT BRIDGES. 



