SQUIRRELS WON BY KINDNESS. 



" Drawn from his refuge in some lonely elm, 

 That age or injury has hollowed deep, 

 Where, on his bed of wool and matted leaves, 

 He has outslept the winter, ventures forth 

 To frisk awhile, and bask in the warm sun, 

 The squirrel, flippant, pert, and full of play : 

 He sees me, and at once, swift as a bird, 

 Ascends the neighbouring beech ; there whisks his brush, 

 And perks his ears, and stamps and scolds aloud/' 



COWPER. 



