16 THE OCELLATED SPHINX. 



But, when revolving months have won their way, 



When smile the woods, and when the zephyrs play, 



When laughs the vivid world in summer's bloom, 



He bursts, and Hies triumphant from the tomb ! 



And, while his new-born beauties he displays, 



With conscious joy his alter'd form surveys. 



Mark, while he moves amid the sunny beam, 



O'er his soft wings the varying lustre gleam. 



Lanch'd into air, on purple plumes he soars, 



Gay Nature's face with wanton glance explores ; 



Proud of his various beauties, wings his way, 



And spoils the fairest flowers, himself more fair than they. 



And deems weak Man the future promise vain, 



When worms can die, and glorious rise again ? 



