" Lo, the bright train their radiant wings unfold! 

 With silver fringed, and freckled o'er with gold : 

 On the gay bosom of some fragrant flower 

 They, idly fluttering, live their little hour; 

 Their life all pleasure, and their task all play, 

 All spring their age, and sunshine all their day." 



MRS. BARBAULD. 



