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The Nightingale and the Glow-Worm.
NIGHTINGALE that all day long
Had cheered the village with his song,
To a Butterfly.
'VE watch'd you now a full half hour,
Self-poised upon that yellow flower;
More motionless! and then
And calls you forth again!
This plot of orchard ground is ours;
Sit near us on the bough!
As twenty days are now.
-RHUDRHA, r-rhudrha, keep it up;
R-rhudrha, r-rhudrha, dip a dup; R-rhudrha, r-rhudrha, run along, Hear thee now the car-wheel's song.
R-rhudrha, r-rhudrha, moon or sun,
R-rhudrha, r-rhudrha, thus I bear,
Fruits and flowers from softer climes,
Hearts a'weary, hearts a'glad,
R-rhudrha, r-rhudrha, on I sweep,
feet with steel are wired.
Fare thee well, my little chick,
The Butterfly and the Snail.
S in the sunshine of the morn
A butterfly (but newly born) Sat proudly perking on a rose, With pert conceit his bosom glows; His wings (all glorious to behold) Bedropt with azure, jet and gold, Wide he displays; the spangled dew Reflects his eyes and various hue. His now forgotten friend, a snail, Beneath his house, with slimy trail, Crawls o'er the grass, whom when he spies, In wrath he to the gardener cries: “What means yon peasant's daily toil, From choking weeds to rid the soil? Why wake you to the morning's care? Why with new arts correct the year? Why grows the peach's crimson hue? And why the plum's inviting blue? Were they to feast his taste design'd, That vermin of voracious kind! Crush then the slow, the pilfering race, So purge thy garden from disgrace." “What arrogance!" the snail replied; “How insolent is upstart pride! Hadst thou not thus, with insult vain Provoked my patience to complain,