All crimson is her shining breast,

Like to the red, red rose;

Her wing the changeful green and blue,

That the neck of the peacock shows.

Thou happy, happy humming bird, No winter round thee lowers;

Thou never saw a leafless tree,

Nor land without sweet flowers.

How glad the heart of Eve would

be,

In Eden's glorious bowers,

To see the first, first humming bird,

Among the first spring flowers

Among the rainbow butterflies,
Before the rainbow shone;

One moment, glancing in her eyes,
And the next moment, gone!

Thou little shining creature,

God saved thee from the flood,

With the eagle of the mountain

land,

And the tiger of the wood.

Who cared to save the elephant,

He also cared for thee,

And made those broad lands for

thy home,

Where grows the cedar tree.

A reign of summer joyfulness,

To thee for life is given;

Thy food, the honey from the flower,

Thy drink, the dew of heaven