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TO THE GLOW WORM.
Hail! insect of the emerald ray!
Fair boast of summer's evening hour!
Whose beams with trembling lustre play,
And gild thy little verdant bower!
Fair boast of summer's evening hour!
Whose beams with trembling lustre play,
And gild thy little verdant bower!
I love to seek thee on the hill,
When sweetly falls the evening dew,
To listen to the trickling rill,
And mark the twilight's soften'd hue.
When sweetly falls the evening dew,
To listen to the trickling rill,
And mark the twilight's soften'd hue.
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I love to view the deepening shades,
The waving spots of varying light,
The cottage, rising 'mid the glades,
With little casements glistening bright.
The waving spots of varying light,
The cottage, rising 'mid the glades,
With little casements glistening bright.
Whilst hanging o'er the limpid stream,
Whose waters faintly murmuring glide;
A brilliant star thou seem'st to gleam,
Reflected on the silver tide.
Whose waters faintly murmuring glide;
A brilliant star thou seem'st to gleam,
Reflected on the silver tide.
The village-maid by thy pale rays
To meet her plighted lover roves;
Weaves visions gay of future days,
And, sweetly blushing, owns she loves.
To meet her plighted lover roves;
Weaves visions gay of future days,
And, sweetly blushing, owns she loves.
And round thee oft, as poets sing,
Fair elfin beings circling tread;
Trip gaily o'er the fairy ring,
And balmy odors round thee spread.
Fair elfin beings circling tread;
Trip gaily o'er the fairy ring,
And balmy odors round thee spread.
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Oh! may no daring hand intrude
To pluck thee from thy green retreat!
No wandering rustic's footstep rude
E'er crush thee in thy tranquil seat!
To pluck thee from thy green retreat!
No wandering rustic's footstep rude
E'er crush thee in thy tranquil seat!
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