FLY AWAY PRETTY MOTH.
I
Fly away, pretty Moth, to the shade
Of the leaf where you slumber'd all day;
Be content with the moon and the stars, pretty Moth,
And make use of your wings while you may.
Though yon glittering light may have dazzled you quite,
Though the gold of yon lamp may be gay,
Many things in this world that look bright, pretty Moth,
Only dazzle to lead us astray.
II
I have seen, pretty Moth, in the world,
Some as wild as yourself and as gay,
Who, bewitch'd by the sweet fascination of eyes,
Flitted round them by night and by day.
But tho' dreams of delight may have dazzled them quite,
They at last found it dangerous play.
Many things in this world that look bright, pretty Moth,
Only dazzle to lead us astray.
