OCR Text |
Show THE FIRST ROBIN Winter days are cold and long, But the robin with his song One bright morning crisp and clear, Comes to tell us Spring is near. Kindly bird that braves the storm, Quits the sunny south and warm For the North still draped in snow, You are like the friends I know. When I snuffer in despair And my nights are filled with care, They, too leave their joys behind To be comforting and kind. When my heart with grief is'numb, They, too, brave the storm and come To be near me and to share All the burdens I must bear. Though mid pleasures they might stay In their sunny far-away, Soon I find them calling here, Messages of faith and cheer. By Edgar A. Guest. |