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FROM THE LATIN OF VINCENT BOURNE. THE GLOW-WORM,
Beneath the hedge, or near the stream,
A worm is known to stray; That shows by night a lucid beam,
Which disappears by day.
Disputes have been, and still prevail,
From whence his rays proceed;
And others to his head.
But this is sure—the hand of might,
That kindles op the skies, jxives him a modicum of light
Proportioned to his size.
Perhaps indulgent nature meant
To bid the traveller, as he went,
Nor crush a worm, whose useful light Might serve, however small,
Td shew a stumbling stone by night, And save him from a fall.
vI. Whate'er she meant, this truth divine
Is legible and plain,
Nor bids him shine in vain.
Ye proud and wealthy, let this theme
Since such a reptile has its gem,
fhere is a bird who by his coat, And by the hoarseness of his note, Might be supposed a crow;
A great frequenter of the church,
Above the steeple shines a plate, *
That turns and turns, to indicate
From what point blows the weather. Look up—your brains begin to swim, "Tis in the clouds—that pleases him, He chooses it the rather.
Fond of the speculative height,
And thence securely sees
You think, no doubt, he sits and muses
If he should chance to fall.
Or troubles it at all.
He sees that this great roundabout . The world, with all its motley rout,
Church, army, physic, law, Its customs, and its businesses, Is no concern at all of his,
And saysr--what says he ?—Caw.
Thrice happy bird! I too have seen Much of the vanities of men;
And, sick of having seen 'em, Would cheerfully these limbs resign For such a pair of wings as thine,
And such a head between 'em.
Little inmate, full of mirth,
Thus thy praise shall be exprest>
Though in voice and shape they be
Neither night, nor dawn of day,