'See yon robin on the spray; 



Look ye how his tiny form 

 Swells, as when his merry lay 



Gushes forth amid the storm. 



Thank him for his lesson's sake, 

 Thank God's gentle minstrel there, 



Who, when storms make others quake, 

 Sings of days that brighter were." 

 Weir. 



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