Py Os Ear GRY: 159 
ODE a the Gtow-Worm. By the fame. 
MILD infe&t, harmlefs as myfelf, I ween; 
Thou little planet of the rural fcene, 
_ When fummer warms the vallies with her rays 5 
Accept a trifling fonnet to thy praife. 
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Bright ftranger, welcome to my field, 
Here feed in fafety, here thy radiance yield 
To me, O nightly be thy fplendour given: 
Oh, could a with of mine.the fkies command, 
How would I gem thy leaf with lib’ral hand, 
~ With ev’ry fweeteft dew of Heav’n! 
Say, doft thou kindly light the fairy train, , 
Amidft their gambols on the ftilly plain, 
Hanging thy lamp upon the moiften’d blade? 
What lamp fo fit, fo pure as thine, 
Amidft the gentle elfin band to fhine, 
And chafe the horrors of the midnight fhade! 
Oh! may no feather’d foe difturb thy bow’r, 
And with barbarian beak thy life devour: 
Oh! may no ruthlefs torrent of the tky, 
O’erwhelming, force thee from thy dewy feat; 
Nor tempefts tear thee from thy green retreat, 
And bid thee ’midit the humming myriads die ! 
Queen of the infeét world, what leaves delight ? 
Of fuch thefe willing hands a bow’r fhall form, 
To guard thee from the rufhing rains of night, a 
And hide thee from the wild wing of the ftorm. . 
Sweet child of ftillnefs, ’midit the awful calm 
Of paufing nature thou art pleas’d to dwell ; 
In happy filence to enjoy thy balm, 
And thed through life a luftre round thy cell. 
How diff’rent man, the imp of noife and ftrife, 
Who courts the ftorm that tears and darkens life ; 
Bleft when the paffions wild the foul invade ! 
How nobler far to bid thofe whirlwinds ceafe; 
To tafte, like thee, the luxury of peace, 
And fhine im folitude and fhade ! 
A Fase, 
