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Where no voice of man disturbs it, 

 Even that of Indian hunter, 

 There amid the tangling branches 

 Of some evergreen or birchwood, 

 To raise its future nestlings 

 Goes the Golden-crested Kinglet. 



There her nest so firm and downy 

 Waves she in the tangled brushwood, 

 There her eggs are incubated, 

 A.nd her young are fed and guarded 

 Till they follow through the tree-tops, 

 And they need her care no longer, 

 Then the impulse which there brought her. 

 Dies within the happy mother, 

 Then she thinks of the wood-land 

 Where she passed the previous winter. 



Then the heralds of the winter, 

 Breezes from the snow-capped highlands, 

 From the West-land and the Arctic, 

 From the frozen shores of Greenland, 

 With black frost and cloudy mornings 

 Makes her hasten from the North-land. 



Down along the south bound streamlet, 

 Over hill-tops, lakes and valleys, 

 So with young and faithful consort, 

 Back returns the Golden Kiny-let. 



