ware, lest in the worm you crush, ■ brother's soul you find ;

d tremble lest thy luckless hand Dislodge a kindred mind.

if this transient gleam of day
Se all the life we share,
pity plead within thy breast,
That little all to spare.

may thy hospitable board

Vith health and peace be crowned; every charm of heartfelt ease Beneath thy roof be found.

when destruction works unseen, Which man, like mice, may share, y some kind angel clear thy path, And break the hidden snare.

A. L. Barbauld

LXII

THE GRASSHOPPER

ppy insect! what can be
happiness compared to thee?
1 with nourishment divine,
e dewy morning's gentle wine!
ture waits upon thee still,
d thy verdant cup does fill ;
; fill'd wherever thou dost tread,
ture's self's thy Ganymede.

ɔu dost drink, and dance, and sing, ppier than the happiest king!

All the fields which thou dost see,
All the plants belong to thee,
All that summer hours produce,
Fertile made with early juice:
Man for thee does sow and plough;
Farmer he and landlord thou!
Thou dost innocently joy,

Nor does thy luxury destroy.

The shepherd gladly heareth thee,

More harmonious than he.

Thee, country minds with gladness hear,

Prophet of the ripened year:

Thee Phoebus loves and does inspire;

Phoebus is himself thy sire.

To thee of all things upon earth,

Life is no longer than thy mirth.
Happy insect! happy thou,

Dost neither age nor winter know:

But when thou'st drunk, and danced, and sung

Thy fill, the flowery leaves among

(Voluptuous and wise withal,

Epicurean animal)

Sated with the summer feast

Thou retir'st to endless rest.

A. Cowley

LXIII

THE SHEPHERD'S HOME

My banks they are furnished with bees,
Whose murmur invites one to sleep;

My grottoes are shaded with trees,

And my hills are white over with sheep.

-m have met with a loss,

h health do my fountains bestow; untains all bordered with moss, ere the harebells and violets blow

pine in the grove is there seen,
with tendrils of woodbine is bound;
beech's more beautiful green,

a sweet-briar entwines it around.
ny fields in the prime of the year,
re charms than my cattle unfold;
brook that is limpid and clear,
it glitters with fishes of gold.

e found out a gift for my fair,

ave found where the wood-pigeons breed ; et me such plunder forbear,

e will say 'twas a barbarous deed;

e ne'er could be true, she averred, no would rob a poor bird of its young; I loved her the more when I heard ch tenderness fall from her tongue. W. Shenstone

LXIV

HE LORD OF BURLEIGH

her ear he whispers gaily, If my heart by signs can tell, aiden, I have watched thee daily, And I think thou lov'st me well.' e replies, in accents fainter, There is none I love like thee.' ≥ is but a landscape painter, And a village maiden she.