54 BIRD-SONGS ABOUT WORCESTER. 



humming-bird's in elegance, is made of 

 bark and liclTens, and saddled on to the 

 top of a horizontal bough, so that it is 

 almost impossible to distinguish it from an 

 excresence of the tree itself. 



I think, in closing, that I cannot do 

 better than quote the last stanza of a 

 poem by Trowbridge on this bird, espe- 

 cially as it contains the most beautiful allu- 

 sion to the song of the wood-thrush I have 

 ever seen: — 



For so I found my forest bird, — 

 The pewee of the loneliest woods, — 

 Sole singer in these solitudes, 

 Which never robin's whistle stirred, 

 Where never blue-bird's plume intrudes. 

 Quick darting through the dewy morn, 

 The redstart trilled his twittering horn 

 And vanished in thick boughs ; at even 

 Like liquid pearls fresh showered from heaven. 

 The high notes of the lone wood-thrush 

 Fell on the forest's holy hush ; 

 But thou all day complainest here, — 

 ' Pewee ! pewee ! peer ! ' 



