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When thou wert born into the world,
 * My darling little child,

A robin came a second time
 * And piped its “wood-notes wild.”

When thou wert laid away to rest,
 * Beneath the churchyard clay,

A robin came a second time
 * To sing a mournful lay.

Did the bird come to solace me
 * With message from the skies,

When thou wert welcomed to the earth
 * And then to Paradise?

Was it thy guardian spirit, love,
 * That met me, first and last,

Across the sparkling bridge that spans
 * The Future and the Past?