The Winter Robin
By Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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Now is that sad time of year
When no flower or leaf is here;
When in misty Southern ways
Oriole and jay have flown,
And of all sweet birds, alone
The robin stays.
So give thanks at Christmas-tide:
Hopes of spring-time yet abide!
See, in spite of darksome days,
Wind and rain and bitter chill,
Snow, and sleet-hung branches, still
The robin stays!
Source Book
Unguarded Gates: And Other Poems
by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Copyright 1895
Published by Houghton, Mifflin And Company,Boston And New York
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