The Robin an English Nursery Rhyme
The North wind doth blow and we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then, poor thing?
He’ll sit in a barn and keep himself warm
and hide his head under his wing, poor thing
In the early Spring of 1865, the daffodils were just peaking out to bloom and hope hung in the air of our nation. The long bloody conflict of the war between the states had ended and it seemed there would finally be peace. On April 15th a shot rang out in Ford’s Theater in Washington D.C. Though the peace we came to enjoy would never be shared by Lincoln, the hope of new life could never be put out by a bullet. God will release again the sweet fragrance of the lilacs just as surely, because hope is never a prisoner when put our trust in God.
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d,
And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,
I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring Walt Whitman