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To guide her airy flights along;
God of the silver bow, give ear;
(Whom Tenedos, and Chrysa fear)
Observant of the Song!
[p.] 80 Occasion’d By the Chirping of a Grasshopper 4
Happy Insect! ever blest
With a more than mortal rest,
Rosy dews the leaves among,
Humble joys, and gentle song!
Wretched Poet! ever curst,
With a life of lives the worst,
Sad despondence, restless sears,
Endless jealousies and tears.
In the burning summer, thou
Warblest on the verdant bough,
Meditating chearful play,
Mindless of the piercing ray;
Scorch’d in Cupid’s fervors, I
Ever weep, and ever die.
Proud to gratify thy will,
Ready nature waits thee still:
Balmy wines to thee she pours,
Weeping thro’ the dewy flowers:
Rich as those by Hebe giv’n
To the thirsty sons of heav’n.
4 Harte, “A Soliloquy Occasioned by the Chirping of a Grasshopper,” pp. 80–82.
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