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TURN on the prudent ant thy heedful eyes,
WOLCOTT. Prescribes her duties, or directs her choice; Yet, timely provident, she hastes away, BRIGHT STRANGBR, welcome to my field, To snatch the blessings of a plenteous day. Here feed in safely, here thy radiance yield; When fruitful summer loads the teeming
O nightly be thy splendour giv'n : plain,
O could a wish of mine the skies command, Sbe crops the barvest, and she stores the How would I gem thy leaf with liberal band, grain.
With every sweetest dew of Heaven!
Say, dost thou kindly light the Fairy train, | Disputes have been, and still prevail,
And others to his head.
Gives him a modicum of light,
Proportioned to his size.
Oh may no ruthless torrent of the sky, By such a lamp bestowed, O'erwhelming, force thee from thy dewy To bid the traveller as he went, seat,
Be careful where he trod ;Nor tempest tear thee from thy green retreat, And bid thee, midst the humming myriads Nor crush a worm, whose useful light die.
Might serve, however small,
To shew a stumbling stone by night, Queen of the insect world! what leaves de And save him from a fall.
light? Of such these willing hands a bow'r shall Whate'er she meant, this truth divine form,
Is legible and plain,
Ye proud and wealthy, let this theme Sweet child of stillness! 'midst the awful Teach bumbler thoughts to you, calm
Since such a reptile has its gem,
GLOW-WORM AND NIGHTINGALE. strife, Who courts the storm, that tears and
COW PER. darkens life,
A NIGHTINGALE, that all day long Blest when the passions wild the sonl in.
Had cheered the village with his song, How nobler far to bid those whirlwinds Nor yet at eve his note suspended,
Nor yet when eventide was ended, cease, To taste like thee the luxury of peace,
Began to feel, as well he might,
The keen demands of appetite;
When, looking, eagerly around,
So stooping down from hawthorn top,
He thought to put him in his crop.
Harangued him thus, right eloquent
“ Did you admire my lamp," qaoth he, Which disappears by day.
" As much as I your minstrelsy,
“ You would abhor to do me wrong, “ As much as I to spoil your song; a For 'twas the self-same power divine, “ Taught you to sing, and me to shine ; “ That you with music, I with light, " Might beantify and cheer the night." The songster heard this short oration, And warbling out his approbation, Released bim, as my story tells. And found a supper somewhere else. Hence jarring sectaries may learn, Their real interest w discern;
That brother should not war with brother,
And that not half so lovely seems
In pity's eye!
For, laught by experience, I know
Then, soon as the swell of the buds
Bespeaks the renewal of spring, INVITATION TO THE REDBREAST. Fly hence, if thou wilt, to the woods,
Or where it shall please thee to sing :
When the last winter's tempest rush'd down from the sky,
Thy contemplative look, 'twas my joy to behold,
The mild breath of spring, from their covert profound,