At Misty Dawn, At Rosy Morn, The Redbreast Sings Alone: At Twilight Dim, Still, Still, His Hymn Hath A Sad, And Sorrowing Tone. Another Day, His Song Is Gay, For A Listening Bird Is Near O Ye Who Sorrow, Come Borrow, Borrow, A Lesson Of Robin Here!
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