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feathers, the jeer of the Jay, and the soft voice of the 
Chickadee that, as you have just heard, tells you his 
name so prettily as he peers at you from beneath his 
little black cap. 
“ But the Catbird, Wren, Bobolink, Oriole, the Cuckoo 
that helped clear the tent caterpillars from the orchard, 
the Chat that puzzled the dogs by whistling like their 
master, the beautiful Barn Swallow, with the swift wings, 
that had his plaster nest in the hayloft, the Phoebe that 
built in the cowshed, and the dainty Humming-bird that 
haunted the honeysuckle on the porch and hummed an 
ancient spinning-song to us with his wings, — where are 
they all? 
** And why is it that while those have disappeared, some 
few birds still remain with us in spite of cold and snow?” 
THE FLIGHT OF THE BIRDS 
Whither away, Robin, 
Whither away ? 
Is it through envy of the maple leaf, 
Whose blushes mock the crimson of thy breast, 
Thou wilt not stay? 
The summer days were long, yet all too brief 
The happy season thou hast been our guest. 
Whither away ? 
Whither away, Bluebird, 
Whither away? 
The blast is chill, yet in the upper sky 
Thou still canst find the colour of thy wing, 
The hue of May. 
Warbler, why speed thy southern flight? Ah, why, 
Thou, too, whose song first told us of the spring, 
Whither away ? 
