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THE INSECT TRANSFORMED.

Have you not seen how pent in narrow room,
From leaf to leaf the worm-like insect creeps?
Have you not seen, how undistinguish'd sleeps
That insect, girded by its death-like tomb?
Till, bursting forth in vernal beauty's bloom,
Quick into life the winged wonder leaps,
Sports in the sun, the flower, the brooklet sips,
Broider'd with brightest tints from nature's loom?
So man, within his being's narrow ring,
Crawls on his kindred earth: so down he lies
In wintry slumber wrapt: in life's new spring
Again, no more a grovelling worm, to rise;
But, seraph-like, to soar on radiant wing,
And quaff delight mid heav'n's unclouded skies.