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legend of the robin.
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But alone did one wee brown bird
Close hover round His wounded side;
And with unavailing effort
In vain to heal the wound it tried.

As the robin hung around Him,
Marked with blood its gentle breast;
And the Saviour as He blest him
Caused it there to ever rest!

Ah! as a sign to men dear bird
Shall be the seal I place on ye;
When upon thy form they're gazing,
They ever may remember Me!

Thou shalt help them bear each burden
Althrough this weary world of strife;
Many a tear and many a blessing
Oft men will weave about thy life.

So when man shall My Christmas keep,
Then thou shalt sing of Easter Day:
This the work I have assigned thee
Until the earth hath passed away.