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100
TO A GLOW-WORM
In thee there lives the energy
Can make the turf a heaven,
May birds that peck thy candle die
By Parson Rook unshriven!
Can make the turf a heaven,
May birds that peck thy candle die
By Parson Rook unshriven!
Thou art a child the Father's hand
Within this fruity acre
Dropt in the grass, as shy and still
As any virgin Quaker!
Within this fruity acre
Dropt in the grass, as shy and still
As any virgin Quaker!
Thou tiny, unofficial lamp
Within my orchard burning,
Dost signal by this living star
Thy husband home returning?
Within my orchard burning,
Dost signal by this living star
Thy husband home returning?
Here at this cherry's grassy base
Thou'rt sure of no upbraiding;
Too small thy lantern to arouse
The thrush for midnight raiding.
Thou'rt sure of no upbraiding;
Too small thy lantern to arouse
The thrush for midnight raiding.
101
As tender girls at water-play
Grow blanched when shepherds whistle,
So fades thy spark if carelessly
I brush this neighbour thistle.
Grow blanched when shepherds whistle,
So fades thy spark if carelessly
I brush this neighbour thistle.
Ah, how my freckled lads would run,
A knee apiece would capture,
And prattle questions if they watched
Thy lovely light in rapture!
A knee apiece would capture,
And prattle questions if they watched
Thy lovely light in rapture!
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