THE ROBIN.
Reading edition
LIT-TLE rob-in, wild bird, Sing-ing sweet and blithe, Care-less of Time's hour glass And his crook-ed scythe, Prod-i-gal of pleas-ure In a harm-less way, Greet-ing in the sun-shine This thy hol-i-day. When the or-phan chil-dren Wan-dered in the wood, We shall stillre-mem-ber Thou wert kind and good; As their cheeks grew pa-ler, And with tears were wet, Thou didst sprin-kle o'er them Man-y a vi-o-let. Cheer us in the au-tumn, When the rains be-gin, While the gay flow-ers with-er, And the woods grow thin.