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didn’t see much of Robins after that, as I was inter- 
ested in other birds, until last January when I saw 
a whole flock of them in our garden. There are 
three large cedar trees close together in one corner and 
although the weather was very cold, the birds seemed 
to be very happy and comfortable. I think if we 
would notice more carefully we could frequently see 
these flocks in winter.” 
Miss Sweet said, ‘Some writers about the Robin 
think that he has not been noticed much in song or 
story. Now we will see what you have found.” 
The following selections were then read by the 
different pupils who had found them. None of them 
are very commonly known: 
WELCOME TO THE FIRST ROBIN. 
By BENJAMIN COPELAND. 
Herald of the happy year, 
Robin red-breast sit thou here; 
Welcome to thy destined goal, 
Welcome, songster of the soul. 
Age and childhood find in thee, 
Kindred bond of sympathy; 
Hope and memory are one, 
In thy song’s sweet unison. 
Common freehold all hearts claim, 
In thy nature’s artless aim; 
