The Robin 



By Alfred Kummer 



I hear the dash of rain 

 Against my window-pane ; 

 A robin in the tree-top swings 

 While in the rain he sings 



Courageous songster thou, 

 To thee we cowards bow ; 

 O, robin, roystering in the rain, 

 Thy song is not in vain. 



When clouds and storms prevail, 

 And hopes and courage fail. 

 Upon the limb, O, sing and swing, 

 Dear robin in the rain. 



Upon his twig so frail, 



Ah! what if it should fail? 



Amid the rudest rain he sings, 



He fears not,— HE HATH WINGS. 



A heavenly message thine, 

 I'll make your message mine : 

 Not clouds or dashing rain 

 Can quench thy throat of flame. 



Though all on earth should fail, 



Let Love and Faith prevail. 



The robin sings: /'These are thy wings!" 



Sing thou in every rain. 



O, robin, brave of heart, 

 Thou dost bright hope impart : 

 Look up, attain, ye men of pain. 

 The robin in the rain. 



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