Vol. XV 



SEPTEMBER, 1905. 



No. 9 



Ube *^lmoo^*1Robin. 



"JTNISTANT in the wildwood 

 ^^ I hear the robins' song, 

 A wierd, re-echoing whirl of melody, 

 Whose notes the forest aisles prolong. 



Distinct and mournfully, 

 Sole king of evening, 



Thy cadences ring in my ears. 

 Recalling one who loved thy voice 



Back in the vanished years. 

 That long and clarion strain, 



Brimming with bygone lore. 

 Tells of a time when all our hearts 



Were young in days of yore. 

 Dreams of an old-world bliss. 



Fancies of brighter years 

 Breathe in thy luscious voice. 



Flooding my eyes with tears. 

 With flute-like music 



Thy voice floats through the vale, 

 Prophet of peaceful days when the tragic note 



Shall fade from thy twilight tale. 



Sing, bird of the wilderness! 



Other ears may hear. 

 And in thy roundelay 



Catch words of cheer. 



Richard Herbert Gesner. 



