The English Robin Redbreast is one of the many iconic reminders of Fair England and I am often drawn to items which features this lovely little bird (along with Corgi items of course!).
Robin songs are like no other and to hear it has made countless hearts beat faster for centuries!
This morning was no different and like the hymn 'Jerusalem' it uplifted my spirits yet came from another source all together, another blog!
Kindred Spirit at A Trail Of Flowers posted only today about the Breton Legend of the Robin Redbreasted. See for yourself (here).
I decided I had to look for more of this beautiful legend and found the following:
“On fair Britania's isle, bright bird, A legend strange is told of thee,-- 'Tis said thy blithesome song was hushed While Christ toiled up Mount Calvary, Bowed 'neath the sins of all mankind; And humbled to the very dust By the vile cross, while viler men Mocked with a crown of thorns the Just. Pierced by our sorrows, and weighed down By our transgressions,--faint and weak, Crushed by an angry Judge's frown, And agonies no word can speak,-- 'Twas then, dear bird, the legend says That thou, from out His crown, didst tear The thorns, to lighten the distress And ease the pain that he must bear, While pendant from thy tiny beak The gory points thy bosom pressed, And crimsoned with thy Saviour's blood The sober brownness of thy breast! Since which proud hour for thee and thine. As an especial sign of grace God pours like sacramental wine Red signs of favor o'er thy race!”
I just had to share!
“Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, And lilies face the March-winds in full blow, And humbler growths as moved with one desire Put on, to welcome spring, their best attire, Poor Robin is yet flowerless; but how gay With his red stalks upon this sunny day!”
Let's make the most of our Spring Season!