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ROBIN REDBREAST.

No, poor Robin Redbreast;
While 'tis winter stern,

No fond mate nor little ones

Wait for your return:

Not till leafy summer comes
Will they glad your nest,
Leaving you, these dreary months,
Friendless and unblest.

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But, though some have

Some a sweeter song,

gayer coats,

You, friend Robin, stay with us

All the winter long.

Come, then, Robin Redbreast,

Prythee do not fear;

No rude boy is standing by,

No sly pussy near.

Come nearer to the window, friend,

For safely you may come :

There, eat your fill, and take, beside,

A tiny morsel home.

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ON A SUNDAY MORNING.

On a Sunday morning

How pleasant 'tis to hear

The church bells chiming merrily,

So musical and clear.

As I, musing, listen,

Thus they seem to say— "Little Mary, come to church, Come to church to-day."

Down the daisied meadow,

Up the leafy lane,

From each homestead gathered,
Comes a swelling train.

Mary, too, is coming,

With the rest to pray,

Where the bells still tinkle

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Come to church to-day."

S. W. P.

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