Song: The Robin.

By Samuel Griswold Goodrich

At misty dawn,

At rosy morn,

The Redbreast sings alone:

At twilight dim,

Still, still, his hymn

Hath a sad, and sorrowing tone.

Another day, his song is gay,

For a listening bird is near —

O ye who sorrow, come borrow, borrow,

A lesson of robin here!