Xhe iAawkeye ©mitkologist aad ©ologist. 



VOL. II. JANUARY 1, 1888. NO. 1. 



TO A GOLDEN-CRESTED KINGLET. 



BY WM. I.. SELLS. 



Beautiful l>ird of the wilderness; 



Oft I have wondered where might he thy nesting place. 



Is it in the cedar orpine's airy shade? 



Or in the top of the spruce is thy nursery made? 



Is it in the north, by the Hudson Bay shore? 



Or on Labrador's coast, where the wild billows roar? 



Or on the ever green hills, whence the Ottawa comes, 



Whore the jay and the raven have their winter homes? 



< ) tell me sutrapn that I too may tell, 



The place where in summer ye choose for to dwell, 



For 1 know that in autumn, ye choose here to come; 



And in our deep wildwoods make your winter home; 



And active ami cheery when snow eloseth the ground. 



And the chill blasts of winter are drifting around; 



But when the winter's over, and spring comes again, 



We miss for a season thy pleading refrain; 



Where then do you go with your bright golden crest, 



To seek in seclusion a place for thy nest? 



Then 1 wish I might see, when in summer I roam, 



In some deep tangled wild wood the place of thy home, 



And gaze on thy nest amid deep sheltered bowers. 



Where the green garb of summer is mingled with flowers; 



Where no voice of a foe, or dread sound of a gun, 



May disturb thy retreat till thy purpose is done; 



Come again to our woodlands when summer is gone, 



And low in the south sinks the late autumn sun, 



When the birds of our summer to the tropics have flown; 



And the leaves of the forest are withered and gone; 



When the white snow of winter lies deep on the ground; 



And the cold Arctic breezes are blustering around; 



While but few other bb'ds will so cheerily sing, 



Till our winter departs at the voice of the spring. 



