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Thou, perch'd on high, shall hear th’adoring
throng, Catch the warm strains, and aid the sacred song, Increase the solemn chorus, and inspire Each tongue with music, and each heart with
The following pretty Lines to the REDBREAST
are from the chaste pen of the Rev. RICHARD HENNAH, of Plymouth.
SEVERELY blew the northern blast,
The snow o'erspread the plain; Mute was the grove, and Nature sunk
In Winter's icy chain.
When at my door the Redbreast came,
In melancholy mood,
Press’d both by hunger and the cold,
He greatly wish'd to stay ; But fear within his throbbing breast,
Oft whisperid, Fly away!
Mankind, he knew, too seldom leng
To woe a friendly ear! Grimalkin too, a deadly foe!
Perhaps was watching near.
But didst thou, little songster, know
How much I feel for thee, Thoud'st leave awhile the leafless wood,
And winter here with me.
For here thou may'st in safety sit,
And plume thy dripping wing; Or, while the tempests rage without,
Attune thy voice and sing:
Then fearless come! thy cheerful notes
Have often charm’d my ear;
For this, thou'rt welcome here !
The crumbs which from my table fall,
Thy daily food shall be;
And in return, when warmer suns
Recal thee to the plain,
With all thy tribes again,
I ask thee, now and then, to come,
At dawn, or setting day,
My gloomy cares away.
Wrilten on seeing a Robin in severe Weather.
By Mrs. BOND HOPKINS.
Sweet Bird ! who cheer'st the heavy hours
Of Winter's dreary reign;
And pour the vocal strain, .
Whilst I with gratitude prepare
The food thy wants demand; Go not to seek a scanty fare
From Nature's frozen hand.
Domestic bird, near me remain,
Until the verdant spring
Their grateful tribute bring.
Sweet Robin, then thou may'st explore,
And join the feather'd throng; And every vocal bush shall pour
The energy of song.
May’st thou enjoy the silver scene
Till all its charms are o'er, And Winter's melancholy reign
My pensioner restore.
A Welcome to a ROBIN REDBREAST.
LITTLE Bird, with bosom red,