Upon my open window seal,
A robin has perched its breast;
I do not know what it can feel,
But I feel it needs to rest.
I am sure it has flown quite far,
Just to visit me at home;
It has flown with the shining stars;
To and fro it's roamed.
I do not wish to scare it away,
I must be quiet now;
For he has been blown astray,
And slept in many a bough.
But wait! It has flown, is gone,
In their early red sky;
But upon this early morning, dawn,
The robin flies with the angels high.













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