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TO A ROBIN.
I would implore for those I am leaving,
Those who my pathway with pleasure have lined,
Garlands of gems, which fancy is weaving,
More brilliant than language ever combined.
Those who my pathway with pleasure have lined,
Garlands of gems, which fancy is weaving,
More brilliant than language ever combined.
Roaming about, so wild and so gifted,
Thy praises attuning to every desire,
However depressed, every eye is uplifted;
Sweet robin, come closer and let me admire.
Now take. my farewell; take it, and soften
And carol it gently to every heart;
Gratefully, kindly, reminding them often
Of me, lovely songster, when I depart.
Thy praises attuning to every desire,
However depressed, every eye is uplifted;
Sweet robin, come closer and let me admire.
Now take. my farewell; take it, and soften
And carol it gently to every heart;
Gratefully, kindly, reminding them often
Of me, lovely songster, when I depart.
