ROBIN. 
TURDUS MIGRATORIUS. 
AST season the robin was five days behind the blue- 
bird. The first note I heard from him proved 
him a magician; the sound of his voice, filling the air 
with joy, spread a glow of instantaneous happiness over 
the morning landscape. Perched on the topmost twig 
of a tall maple, I had only time to lift my hat when 
he saluted me with, 
This he repeated two or three times with martial ardor 
and precision; then with his parting 
Lit, Mt, Hit, lit, lit. 
and with a flirt of his tail at each note, he left the grove. 
He flew high, scorning the earth, and did not return till 
evening. Then he did not sing; it was only, 
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Lit, lit, Ut, leu, leu. 
