Lines, addressed by a little Boy to his Sister

THE

JUVENILE WREATH.

ROBIN REDBREAST.

ROBIN REDBREAST, thou art gone!

No, Janette, I cannot play :
Robin Redbreast, thou art flown
O'er the woodlands far away!

O my pretty little pet!
Don't you pity me, Janette?

O! I lov'd this little bird
In my very very heart!
And I thought, upon my word,
We should never never part:

O my pretty little pet!

Don't you pity me, Janette?

Robin Redbreast, thou wert good!

Robin Redbreast, thou wert kind!

ROBIN REDBREAST.

Not a bird in all the wood

With such plumage and such mind: Robin, O I lov'd thee so! Wherefore, Robin, didst thou go?

Robin, when the wintry sky

Through the forest spends its rage,
Thou wilt think, with many a sigh,
On thy pretty little cage;
And thou'lt wish thyself again
From the wild and snowy glen.

Robin, when to rob thy nest

Yonder boy will climb the tree, Then, with memory's powers impress'd, Thou wilt think of slighted me, And thou'lt wish thou hadst not flown From thy little wiry home.

When thou'rt hungry, Robin Red,

Then thou❜lt sigh and muse of me,
Thinking of the crumbs of bread
Which I us'd to give to thee:
Silly bird! why didst thou fly
O'er the abbey spire so high?

When thou'rt thirsty, Robin Red,
And the streams are frozen up,
Thou wilt shake thy little head,

Thinking of thy china cup,—