TO THE ROBIN.
I wish I could welcome the spring, bonnie bird,
With a carol as joyous as thine;
Would my heart were as light as thy wing, bonnie bird,
And thine eloquent spirit-song mine!
With a carol as joyous as thine;
Would my heart were as light as thy wing, bonnie bird,
And thine eloquent spirit-song mine!
The bloom of the earth and the glow of the sky
Win the loud-trilling lark from his nest;
But though gushingly rich are his paeans on high,
Yet, sweet Robin, I like thee the best.
Win the loud-trilling lark from his nest;
But though gushingly rich are his paeans on high,
Yet, sweet Robin, I like thee the best.
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