En Night she shake Mis' Mawnin's han,'

En den she fade away.

Den ebehy songsteh break de hush,

De hummin' bird he hum;

Mis' Quail she wistle in de brush,

De gol' wing peckeh drum.

"En all bus' out in melody det echo fro' de haze,

When de sun he smile in crimson en de dewdrops tuhn a-blaze."

—Victor A. Hermann, in The Chicago Daily News.