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poets. It is cnly lately that the robin's song has 

 been put into poetry. Nothing could be happier 

 than this rendering of it by a nameless singer in 

 " A Masque of Poets : " 



"When the willows gleam along the brooks, 

 And the grass grows green in sunny nooks, 

 In the sunshine and the rain 

 I hear the robin in the lane 

 Singing, 'Cheerily, 

 Cheer up, cheer up; 

 Cheerily, cheerily, 

 Cheer up.' 



"But the snow is still 

 Along the walls and on the hill. 

 The days are cold, the nights forlorn, 

 For one is here and one is gone. 

 'Tut, tut. Cheerily, 

 Cheer up, cheer up; 

 Cheerily, cheerily, 

 Cheer up.' 



"When spring hopes seem to wane, 

 I hear the joyful strain 

 A song at night, a song at morn, 

 A lesson deep to me is borne, 

 Hearing, 'Cheerily, 

 Cheer up, cheer up; 

 Cheerily, cheerily, 

 Cheer up.' " 

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