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TURN on the prudent ant thy heedful eyes,
Observe her labours sluggard and be wise :

No stern command, no monitory voice,

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!

To me,

Say, dost thou kindly light the Fairy train, | Disputes have been, and still prevail,
Amidst their gambols on the stilly plain, From whence his rays proceed;
Hanging thy lamp upon the moistena Some give that honour to his tail,

And others to his head.
What lamp so fit, so pure as thine,
Amidst the gentle elfin band to shine, But this is sore-the hand of might,
And chase the horrors of the midnight That kindles áp the skies,

Gives him a modicum of light,

Proportioned to his size.
Oh may no feather'd foe disturb thy bow'r,
And with barbarian beak thy life devour; Perhaps indulgent nature meant;

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,
To guard thee from the rushing rains of night, 'Tis power almighty bids him shine,
And hide thee from the wild wing of the Nor bids him shine in vain.



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,
Of pausing nature, thou art pleas'd to dwell! And boasts its splendour too.
In happy silence to enjoy that balm,
And shed thro” life a lustre round thy cell.

How different man! the imp of noise, and

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;
And shine in solitude and shade!

When, looking, eagerly around,
He spied far off upon the ground,
A something shining in the dark,
And knew the glow-worm by his spark ;

So stooping down from hawthorn top,

He thought to put him in his crop.
Beneath the hedge, or near the stream, The worm, aware of his intent,
A worm is known to stray ;

Harangued him thus, right eloquent
That shews by night a lucid beam,

“ 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 worry and devour each other ;
But sing and shine by sweet consent,
Till life's poor transient night is spent,
Respecting in each other's case
The gifts of nature and of grace.
Those Christians best deserve the name
Who studiously make peace their aim;
Peace, both the du and the prize
Of him that creeps and him that flies.

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And that not half so lovely seems
The ray that from the diamond gleams,
As the pure gem that trembling beams

In pity's eye!

For, laught by experience, I know
Thee mindful of benefit long;
And that, thankful for all I bestow,
Thou wilt pay me with many a song.

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 :


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When the last winter's tempest rush'd down from the sky,
Thou stood'st at my window with pitiful eye ;
The bread from my table unsparing I cast,
And thought that one friend might be faithful at last.

Thy contemplative look, 'twas my joy to behold,
Thy flight long repress'd, and thy plumage of gold ;
And the oftener thou cam'st from thy dwelling unknown,
The more welcome thou wast to the crumbs I had thrown.

The mild breath of spring, from their covert profound,
Call'd the leaves into light and bespangled the ground ;
Ah! then, 'mid the blaze of prosperity's reign,
I sought for my Robin, but sought him in vain !

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