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DESCRIPTION OF THE SILK-WORM. 103<br />

w\nd who shall say that his thread <strong>of</strong> years<br />

Is a hfe more blCvSt than thine !<br />

Has his feverish dream <strong>of</strong> doubts <strong>and</strong> fears<br />

Such joys as those which shine<br />

In the constant pleasures <strong>of</strong> thy way,<br />

Most happy chUd <strong>of</strong> the liappy May ?<br />

For thou wert bom wlieu the earth was clad<br />

With her robe <strong>of</strong> buds <strong>and</strong> flowers,<br />

And didst float about with a soul as glad<br />

As a bird iu the sunny showers ;<br />

And the hour <strong>of</strong> ihy death had a sweet repose,<br />

—<br />

Like a melody, sweetest at its close.<br />

— —<br />

Nor too brief the date <strong>of</strong> thy cheerful race<br />

'Tis its use that measures time<br />

And the mighty Spirit that fills all space<br />

With His life <strong>and</strong> His will sublime,<br />

May see that the May-fly <strong>and</strong> the Man<br />

Each flutter out the same small span ;<br />

And the fly that is bom with the sinking sun,<br />

To die ere the midnight hour,<br />

May have deeper joy, ere his course be run,<br />

Than man in his pride <strong>and</strong> power ;<br />

And the insect's minutes be spared the fears<br />

And the anxious doubts <strong>of</strong> our threescore years.<br />

<strong>The</strong> years <strong>and</strong> the minutes are as one<br />

<strong>The</strong> fly drops in his twilight mirth.<br />

And the man, when his long day's work is done.<br />

Crawls to the self-same earth.<br />

Great Father <strong>of</strong> each ! may our mortal day<br />

Be the prelude to an endless May* !<br />

* " See," exclaims Linnceus, " the large, elegant painted wings <strong>of</strong> the butterfly,<br />

four in number, covered with delicate feathery scales ! With these it sustains<br />

itself in the air a whole day, rivalling the flight <strong>of</strong> birds <strong>and</strong> the brilliancy <strong>of</strong> the<br />

peacock. Consider this insect through the wonderful progress <strong>of</strong> its life,—how<br />

different is the first period <strong>of</strong> its being from the second, <strong>and</strong> both from the parent<br />

insect ! Its changes are an inexplicable enigma to us : we see a green caterpillar,<br />

furnished with sixteen feet, feeding upon the leaves <strong>of</strong> a plant this is changed<br />

;<br />

into a chrysalis, smooth, <strong>of</strong> golden lustre, hanging suspended to a fixed point,<br />

without feet, <strong>and</strong> subsisting without food ; this insect again undergoes an<strong>other</strong><br />

transformation, acquires wings, <strong>and</strong> six feet, <strong>and</strong> be<strong>com</strong>es a gay butterfly, sport-<br />

ing in the air, <strong>and</strong> livmg by suction upon the honey <strong>of</strong> plants. What has Nature

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