Invitation to a Robin - A 1793 Poem
By Julia.
- Come little flutterer, freely come,
- No guile, no fraud inhabits here;
- Dost thou not see the scatter'd crumb?
- Dispel sweet bird, they causeless fear.
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- The grove is cheerless now and bare
- And icy fetters bind the flood;
- Come little Robin come and share
- My lowly roof and simple food.
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- The winter tempests fiercely blow;
- Dark, thick and morbid is the air;
- The woods are cover'd deep with snow,
- Thou wilt not find a shelter there.
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- Thou could'st not bear the stormy sky'
- Stay here sweet warbler, be caress'd,
- And let me view they jetty eye
- And fondly kiss they ruby breast.
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- No wiry cage shall e'er confine
- Thy downy plumes, of stop they song;
- Fair liberty shall still be thine
- To join at will the feather'd throng.
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- Stay but till wintry blasts are o'er
- And spring again adorns the grove;
- On freedom's wing thou then shalt soar,
- To flow'ry plains, to mirth and love.
November 22, 1793. Massachusetts Mercury 2(42): 4. From the Columbian Gazetteer.