THE BLACK-CAP. 



SWEET warblers of the sunny hours, 



Forever on the wing, 

 I love them as I love the flowers, 



The sunlight, and the spring. 

 They come like pleasant memories 



In summer's joyous time, 

 And sing their gushing melodies 



As I would sing a rhyme. 



In the green and quiet places, 



Where the golden sunlight falls, 

 We sit with smiling faces 



To list their silver calls. 

 And, when their holy anthems 



Come pealing through the air, 

 Our hearts leap forth to meet them 



With a blessing and a prayer. 



Amid the morning's fragrant dew, 



Amid the mists of even, 

 They warble on as if they drew 



Their music down from heaven. 

 How sweetly sounds each mellow note 



Beneath the moon's pale ray, 

 When dying zephyrs rise and float 



Like lovers' sighs away 1 " 

 (57) 



