Of the nests that they found 'twould take hours to tell.
There were nests in the orange trees, blossoming white,
There were nests in the coffee trees, glossy and bright,
There were nests in the hedges, the bushes and grass,
In the dark, hanging vines, by each roadside and pass.
There were blue eggs and speckled eggs, brown eggs and white,
And yellow throats opening with chirpings of fright.
"Search no longer," said Manuel, "'mid bushes and trees,
'Tis a stranger place, sister, than any of these."
"I give up," said Lena, a shade on her brow,