112 ODE OF ANACREON TO IT. 



" Thine is each treasure that the earth produces ; 

 Thine is the freshness of each lield and forest ; 

 Tliine are the fruits, and thine are all the flowers, 

 Balmy spring scatters. 



" Husbandmen fondly dote upon thy friendship, 

 Knowing thee guiltless of a thought to harm them. 

 Thee, mortals honour, sweet and tuneful songster. 

 Prophet of summer. 



" Tliee, all the Muses hail a kindred being ; 

 Thee, great Apollo owns a dear companion : 

 Oh ! it was he who gave that note of gladness, 

 Wearisome never. 



" Song-skilful, earth-born, mirth and music lovin g ; 

 Fairy-like being, free from age and suffering ; 

 Passionless, and pure from earth's defilement, 

 Almost a spirit. 



" Drunk with the dew-drop, perch'd on twig so lofty, 

 Noisy Cicada, o'er the wild wave sounding. 

 Saw-like the feet which to thy side thou pressest, 



Drawing sweet music." * 



* Entomological Magazine. 



