Epitaph On A Robin Redbreast

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Title:     Epitaph On A Robin Redbreast
Author: Samuel Rogers [More Titles by Rogers]

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Tread lightly here, for here, 'tis said,
When piping winds are hush'd around,
A small note wakes from underground,
Where now his tiny bones are laid.
No more in lone and leafless groves,
With ruffled wing and faded breast,
His friendless, homeless spirit roves;
--Gone to the world where birds are blest!
Where never cat glides o'er the green,
Or school-boy's giant form is seen;
But Love, and Joy, and smiling Spring
Inspire their little souls to sing!

[Footnote 1: Inscribed on an urn in the flower-garden at Hafod.]

[The end]
Samuel Rogers's poem: Epitaph On A Robin Redbreast

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