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A Robin Redbreast in a cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage.
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
Wake from thy nest, robin redbreast!
Sing, birds, in every furrow,
Hark, hark, with what a pretty throat
Poor robin-redbreast tunes his note;
The fireside for the cricket,
The wheatstack for the mouse,
Alas! in winter, dead and dark,
Where can poor Robin go?
Bright yellow, red, and orange,
The leaves come down in hosts;
Laid out for death, let thy last kindness be
With leaves and moss-work for to cover me:
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