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this strain: "God bless the dear old robins Who have come back again." For they bring a thought of summer, of dreamy, precious days, Of king-cups in the summer, making a golden haze; A longing for the clover blooms, For roses all aglow, For fragrant blossoms where the bees With droning murmurs go; I dream of all the beauties Of summer's golden reign, And sing: "God keep the robins Who have come back again." ANON. * * * * * ROBINS QUIT THE NEST. "Now, robins, my darlings, I think it is best," Said old mother bird, "that you all quit the nest. You've grown very plump, and the nest is so small That really there isn't quite room for you all. "The day is so fair and the sun is so bright, I think I can teach you to fly before night: And, when you have learned, you can go where you please, As high as the gable,--yes! high as the trees. "Come, Dickey, hop out, and stand up here by me; The rest of you stand on the branch of the tree; Don't be frightened, my dears; there's no danger at all, For mother will not let her dear birdies fall. "Now all spread your wings. Ah! but that is too high; Just see how _I_ do it. Now, all again try! Ah! that is much better. Now try it once more. Bravo! much better than ever before! "Now flutter about, up and down, here and there: My dears, you'll be flying before you're aware. Now carefully drop from the tree to the ground; There's nothing to fear, for there's grass all around. "All starting but Robbie. 'Afraid you shall fall?' Ah! don't be a craven, be bravest of all. Now up and now down, now away to yon spire: Go on: don't be frightened: fly higher and higher." * * * * * "I've waited one hour, right here on the tree: Not one of my robins has come back to me. How soon they forget all the trouble they bring! Never mind: I'll fly up on the tree-top and sing." MRS. C. F. BERRY. * * * * * LOST--THREE LITTLE ROBIN'S. Oh, where is the boy, dressed in jacket of gray, Who climbed up a tree in the orchard to-day, And carried my three little birdies away? They hardly were dressed, When he took from the
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