THE GRASSHOPPER. 105 



Like Gods canst thou the Nectar sip, 



A lively chirping elf; 

 From labour free, and free from care, 



A little God thyself i 



Mr. Cowley has also the followin2 



& 



pretty lines on this insect :— 



Happy Insect ! what can be 



In happiness con/par'd to thee ? 



Fed with nourishment divine, 



The dewy morning's gentle wine ! 



Nature waits upon thee still, 



And thy verdant cup does fill. 



Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, 



Happier 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 plow, 



Farmer he, and landlord thou ! 



Thou dost innocently enjoy, 



Nor does thy luxury destroy : 



Tiie country hinds, with gladness hear. 



Prophet of the ripen'd year ! 



To thee of all things upon earth. 



Life's no longer than thy mirth. 



