The Robin
There came to my window
One morning in spring
A sweet little robin,
she came here to sing.
The tune that she sang
It was prettier far
Than any I've heard
On the flute or guirtar.
Her wings she was spreading]
To soar far away,
Then resting a moment
Seemed sweetly to say,
"or happy,how happy
The world seems to be
Awake,dearest,child
And be happy with me " |
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