To a Robin

Out in the golden air,
Out where the skies are fair,
I hear a song of gladness,
With never note of sadness.
Sing out thy heart's delight,
And mine of every sorrow.
Sing, sweet bird, till the night,
And come again tomorrow.

Out in the golden air,
Out where the skies are fair,
I hear a song of gladness,
With never note of sadness.
Sing out thy heart's delight,
And mine of every sorrow.
Sing, sweet bird, till the night,
And come again tomorrow.
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