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The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown


In winter-time
When the days are chill,
A robin sits on my window-sill.
I putout bread
For him to eat,
And cake-crumbs too
As a little treat.
He picks them up
So prettily,
Then sings a “Thank you”
Song for me.