I own you 're a very ancient race, TO A MOSQUITO. And Greece and Babylon were amid; You have tenanted many a royal dome, And dwelt in the oldest pyramid; FAIR insect, that, with thread-like legs spread out, The source of the Nile !--- O, you have been there! Dost murmur, as thou slowly sail'st about, In the ark was your floodless bed; But still, though I reverence your ancestries, The meadows are yours, the hedgerow and brook, The fruits and the flowers are your rightful dowers, I have never disturbed your slender shells In pitiless ears, full many a plaintive thing, And tell'st how little our large veins should bleed, Would we but yield them freely in thy need; I call thee stranger, for the town, I ween, green, The offspring of the gods, though born on earth. At length thy pinions fluttered in Broadway, Ah, there were fairy steps, and white necks kissed By wanton airs, and eyes whose killing ray Shone through the snowy veils like stars through mist! And, fresh as morn, on many a cheek and chin, Bloomed the bright blood through the transparent skin. But now you must fly from the soil of your sires; O, these were sights to touch an anchorite!Then put on your liveliest crawl, And think of your poor little snails at home, Now orphans or emigrants all. Utensils domestic and civil and social I give you an evening to pack up; What, do I hear thy slender voice complain? Thou wailest, when I talk of beauty's light, As if it brought the memory of pain: Thou art a wayward being, —well, come near, And pour thy tale of sorrow in my ear. But if the moon of this night does not rise on What say'st thou, slanderer? THE frugal snail, with forecast of repose, He's his own landlord, his own tenant; stay CHARLES LAMB. Rouge makes thee sick, And China bloom at best is sorry food; And Rowland's Kalydor, if laid on thick, Poisons the thirsty wretch that bores for blood"? Go, 't was a just reward that met thy crime, But shun the sacrilege another time. That bloom was made to look at, not to touch, To worship, not approach, that radiant white; And well might sudden vengeance light on such As dared, like thee, most impiously to bite. Thou should'st have gazed at distance, and admired, Murmured thy adoration, and retired. Thou 'rt welcome to the town; but why come here And thin will be the banquet drawn from me. Look round, the pale-eyed sisters, in my cell, Thy old acquaintance, Song and Famine, dwell. Try some plump alderman: and suck the blood Go to the men for whom, in ocean's halls, WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. GOD EVERYWHERE IN NATURE. How desolate were nature, and how void Of every charm, how like a naked waste Of Africa, were not a present God Beheld employing, in its various scenes, His active might to animate and adorn! What life and beauty, when, in all that breathes, Or moves, or grows, his hand is viewed at work! When it is viewed unfolding every bud, Each blossom tingeing, shaping every leaf, CARLOS WILCOX. |