Under eaves of the sheds,
Where our tender broods sleep;
And the long watch we keep
Through the darkness and silence—till dawn.
It is morn! It is morn! It is morn!"
JOHN WARD STIMSON,
in Wandering Chords.
SEPTEMBER 24.
THE HUMMING BIRD.
Buz-z! whir-r!—a flash and away!