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15 FRIENDS IN WINTER.

THE SNOW-DROP, CROCUS, AND ROBIN RED-BREAST.

blew the wintry wind, as if it swept

O'er frozen worlds, and caught their iciness:—

The small birds, hopping 'mong the leafless twigs,

Chirped cheerily as I around me flung

Their wonted portion of my morning's meal;

And, leader of them all, the Robin, tame

And free, came warbling and hopping on,

Nearer and nearer yet; his bright black eye

Looking askance upon the scattered food,

And his tail frisking, as he skipped about,

Singing his glad good-morrow.

I do love

That fearless bird—all the long winter through,

'Midst snow, and frost, and bitter cold he came,

Greeting me daily with his rich, sweet voice,

Nor e'er went unremembered.

E'en before

The poet's Nightingale, the Red-breast holds

A place in my esteem,—for she seems coy,

Distant, capricious—and commands you forth