] 06 SAPPHICS. 



Oh, then, shall man, on earth condemned to trouble, 

 Toilsome existence, warfare with his kindred. 

 Build for himself his last cold habitation. 



Doomed to remain there ? 



No ! like these creatui'es, trouble, toil and prison 

 Chequer his pathway to a bright hereafter. 

 When he shall mount him to the happy regions 



Made to receive him. 



III. — The Glowworm. 



After the sun has sunk into the ocean 

 Thou dost awaken from thy daylight slumber ; 

 Night is the season for thy lamp to glisten ; 



It is thy daytime. 



So will I leave, to those who love his scorching, 

 Day's ardent ruler, and, when night approaches, 

 Offer my homage to the moon's pale glances, 



And the sea perfume. 



