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Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.

VI. Animate Nature

The English Robin

Harrison Weir (1824–1906)

SEE yon robin on the spray;

Look ye how his tiny form

Swells, as when his merry lay

Gushes forth amid the storm.

Though the snow is falling fast,

Specking o’er his coat with white,—

Though loud roars the chilly blast,

And the evening ’s lost in night,—

Yet from out the darkness dreary

Cometh still that cheerful note;

Praiseful aye, and never weary,

Is that little warbling throat.

Thank him for his lesson’s sake,

Thank God’s gentle minstrel there,

Who, when storms make others quake,

Sings of days that brighter were.