Robin, American 



herein the robin seems more nearly human than any of 

 its kind. 



PARKHURST. The Birds' Calendar. 31 



The sweetest sound the whole year round; 



'Tis the first robin of the spring! 

 The song of the full orchard choir 



Is not so fine a thing. E. C. STEDMAN. 



Robin 



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 hi 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, 



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