The Robin Poem by Thomas Odiorne

The Robin



Hark! the native warbler sings!
To charm his mate upon her nest,
The guardian of her rest,
He tells the most melodious things—
How all nature smiles about,
How fast the mulb'ries grow,
How her gentle breast will glow,
When her tender young are out.
His dulcet strains salute the morning glows,
And sooth retiring daylight to repose.

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