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the flower and humming-bird.
THE FLOWER AND HUMMING-BIRD.
Wild and light as a fawn in flight,
With the glee and the grace of a playful child,
She tripp'd to the hill's unclouded height,
And the dying day around her smiled.
With the glee and the grace of a playful child,
She tripp'd to the hill's unclouded height,
And the dying day around her smiled.
Sunbeam and breeze were at play with her hair,
(Where a few wild blossoms were braided low,)
Wooing it back from her shoulders fair,
Lighting it up with a golden glow.
(Where a few wild blossoms were braided low,)
Wooing it back from her shoulders fair,
Lighting it up with a golden glow.
And lo! as we gazed on the beautiful girl
With the joy that we ever from grace derive,
We saw something quiver thro' one soft curl,
And struggle and gleam like a jewel alive!
With the joy that we ever from grace derive,
We saw something quiver thro' one soft curl,
And struggle and gleam like a jewel alive!
What can it be? For a moment or two
It burn'd with a brilliant ruby-ray,
It burn'd with a brilliant ruby-ray,
