Friday, 12 September 2008

HOW BRIGHTLY ROBIN SANG THAT CHRISTMAS MORN
Sonnet

How brightly robin sang that Christmas morn,
His fiery breast a-glow with ardent pride;
His silver notes did praise that special dawn,
A special voice to greet the Christmas child.
As one who rests assured in heaven’s bright light,
That Christ had heard his song, he plainly knew,
For had it not come from a heart upright
With unremitting love so warm and true.
Did redbreast once upon the cross invest?
In Christ’s warm blood to ever bear the stain
And proudly wear it on his fragile breast
A symbol either to reject or claim.

Heed not the dainty redbreast or be fooled,
For in aggression, he is soundly schooled.

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