The humming birds.

> Minutest of the feathered kind,
> Possessing every charm combin'd,
> Nature, in forming thee, design'd
>        That though shouldst be

> A proof within how little space
> She can comprise such perfect grace,
> Rendering thy lovely fairy race
>        Beauty's epitome.

> Thou burnished colors to bestow,
> Her pencil in the heavenly bow
> She dipp'd, and made thy plumes to glow
>        With every hue.

*By Charlotte Smith*