TWO WINGS. 25 



By their multitudes creating 

 Quite an atmosphere of insects, 

 Atmosphere of winged atoms. 

 Oh, how sweet to sit at sunset 

 On some gate among the corn fields, 

 And to watch the husj millions 

 As they seem to rise towards heaven ! 

 Insects love to bask on green leaves, 

 Or to sip the sweets of flowers. 

 Or to chase their gay companions ; 

 Love, in fact, to seek enjoyment ; 

 Spend their short, short life in pleasure, 

 Just as you, my child, or I would. 

 Let us always, then, remember 

 Never wantonly to kill them. 

 Though we know not if they suffer. 

 For my part, T own I love them ; 

 And far rather would I see them 

 In their ha];)piness while living, 

 Than I'd have the best collection 

 Of their dried and wasted bodies. 

 Now I'U tell thee of the Two Wings, 

 How to know them, how divide them 

 Into Nature's tribes or orders. 



First, the Craneflies, Tipulisa, 

 Daddylonglegs, Tipulina ; 

 With a head so long and narrow ; 

 Thorax thick, and body slender. 



