And glide through the glen with my bright beaming eye.

On the slope of the hill is the gleam of my wings, Through the limbs of the oak where the rain prophet rings, By the skirt of the green wood where hangs the light dew, O'er the grass of the meadow my flight I pursue ; Through the star lighted paths of the forest I'll fly, And pierce the gray gloom with my bright gleaming eye.

a "The Indians say, that when the leaf of the white oak, which pnts forth In the spring, Is of tin! size <if the ear of a mouse, it is time to plant corn: they observe, that now the whippoor-will has arrived, am] is continually hovering over them, calling out his ludiauname. ' Wekolia,' in order to remind thorn of the planting times, ' Uaekihaek,' 'go to planting corn.'" Yamoyden -- note to stanza '11.

The author of the " Illstorv of Virginia " makes mention of a bird, said to contain the soul of one of their princes, by the Indians. P. 1S5.

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Wo 1 to the night moth that Hits in my way, Wo I to the tribes in the still air that plaj-, Wo ! to the wretch in the night dew that sings, For the death spirit waits on the rush of my wings ; High and low, swift and slow, through the shadow I fly, While the wolf's in her track, and the owl hooteth nigh ; When the moon from her cloud-cinctured car brightly gleams, And starts the shades with her tremulous beams. Then loud in the night winds I pour my wild son;:, Whip-poor-will, Whip-poor-will, through the mists rolling gray, And the tremulous moon-beams on high wings I play.