When lo! it returned—a bird that ne’er sings,
Though his music is borne in the hum of his wings:
HUMMING BIRD.
By F. Schuyler Matthews.
“I fly, yet rest,
In swiftest quest,
Of flowers best,
With their sweetest, nectared off’rings.”
And my heart sang out with a jubilant cry,
“O for poise and feasting in tension so high.”