226 GOOI)-BY TO THE BIRDS. 



beautiful lines of Longfellow, who must have lis- 

 tened to these "Voices of the Night'' as I have 

 done so often. 



" I hear the beat 

 Of their pinions fleet 

 As from the land of snow and sleet 

 They seek a southern lea. 



' ' I hear the cry 

 Of their voices high 

 Falling- dreamily through the sky, 

 But their forms I cannot see." 



THE END. 



