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Rh May no cuckoo wand'ring near thee Lay her egg within thy neat; Nor thy young ones, born to cheer thee, Be destroy'd by such a guest. Little flutt'rer, swiftly flying, There is none to harm thee near; Kite nor hawk nor schoolboy prying, Little flutt'rer, cease to fear.

 

humming-bird, the humming-bird, So fairy-like and bright, It lives among the sunny flow'rs, A creature of delight; In radiant islands of the East, Where fragrant spices grow, A thousand thousand humming-birds Go glancing to and fro.

Like living fires they flit about Scarce larger than a bee, Among the broad palmetto leaves, And through the fan palm-tree. And in the wild and verdant woods Where lofty moras tower; Where hangs from branching tree to tree The stately passion-flow'r.

Thou happy happy humming-bird, No storms around thee low'r; Thou never saw'st a leafless tree, Nor land without a flow'r. 