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Seated on thy leafy throne, 



(Summer weaves the verdant crown) 



Sipping o'er the pearly lawn, 



The fragrant nectar of the dawn ; 



Little tales thou lov'st to sing, 



Tales of mirth — an insect king. 



Thine the treasures of the field, 



All thy own the seasons yield ; 



Nature paints thee for the year, 



Songster to the shepherds dear : 



Innocent of placid fame, v . 



What of man can boast the same ? 



Thine the lavish'd voice of praise, 



Harbinger of fruitful days; 



Darling of the tuneful Nine, 



Phoebus is thy sire divine ; 



Phoebus to thy notes has giv'n . 



Music from the spheres of heav'n ; 



Happy most, as first of earth, 



All thy hours are peace and mirth j 



Cares nor pains to thee belong, 



Thou alone art ever young ; 



Thine the pure immortal vein, 



Blood nor flesh thy life sustain ; 



Jljich in spirits, health thy feast, 



Thou'rt a demi-god at least, 



The Cicada? have an inflected rostrum, and bris- 

 tle-shaped antenna:. The wing-cases are membra- 

 naceous, and decline along the sides of the body. 

 Their legs are in general formed for leaping. 



THE WAX-FORMING CICADA*. 



This is a singular insect, and deserving of some 



? Synonyms. — Tettigonia limbata. Ftf£nY«w,—-Cicada limbata. 

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