' Lo, the bright train their radiant wings unfold, 

 With silver fringed, and freckled o'er with gold. 

 On the gay bosom of some fragrant flower, 

 They idly fluttering live their little hour ; 

 Their life all pleasure, and their task all play, 

 All spring their age, and sunshine all their day." 



Mrs. Barbauld. 



