

£he ^iawkeye ©raitKelogist and ©ologist. 



VOL. II. 



MAY 1, 1889. 



NO. 5. 



TO A SNOWBIRD. 



BY WM. L. KELLS. 



Harbinger of coming winter, 

 Herald of approaching storm, 



Plow know yon the appointed time 

 Your annual journey to perform. 



When fallen are the summer leaves, 

 And the freezing, wintry blast 



Nature of its charms bereaves 

 And earth seems a dreary waste. 



When the snow is falling fast, 

 And the azure vault of Heaven 



P dark clouds is overcast, 



•Jft before the tempest driven. 



When the pure-white garb of winter, 

 Hills and valleys cuver o'er, 



Silent are our summer songsters, 

 And we hear their lays no more. 



Then we see your frost-proof plumage 

 Mingling with the fallen snow, 



Or we hear your cheery wild notes 

 As before the wind you. go. 



But when spring the snow is melting, 

 And our spring birds come again, 



You return towards the Northland, 

 Where the winters ever reiern. 



