The Illustrated London Reading Book eBook

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    But ev’ry bird that wings the sky,
    Except an Owl, can tell you why. 
    From hence they taught their schools to know
    How false we judge by outward show;
    That we should never looks esteem,
    Since fools as wise as you might seem. 
    Would you contempt and scorn avoid,
    Let your vain-glory be destroy’d: 
    Humble your arrogance of thought,
    Pursue the ways by Nature taught: 
    So shall you find delicious fare,
    And grateful farmers praise your care;
    So shall sleek mice your chase reward,
    And no keen cat find more regard.”


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    See the beetle that crawls in your way,
      And runs to escape from your feet;
    His house is a hole in the clay,
      And the bright morning dew is his meat.

    But if you more closely behold
      This insect you think is so mean,
    You will find him all spangled with gold,
      And shining with crimson and green.

    Tho’ the peacock’s bright plumage we prize,
      As he spreads out his tail to the sun,
    The beetle we should not despise,
      Nor over him carelessly run.

    They both the same Maker declare—­
      They both the same wisdom display,
    The same beauties in common they share—­
      Both are equally happy and gay.

    And remember that while you would fear
      The beautiful peacock to kill,
    You would tread on the poor beetle here,
      And think you were doing no ill.

    But though ’tis so humble, be sure,
      As mangled and bleeding it lies,
    A pain as severe ’twill endure,
      As if ’twere a giant that dies.


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[Illustration:  Letter H.]

    Hark! how the furnace pants and roars,
    Hark! how the molten metal pours,
    As, bursting from its iron doors,
        It glitters in the sun. 
    Now through the ready mould it flows,
    Seething and hissing as it goes,
    And filling every crevice up,
    As the red vintage fills the cup—­
        Hurra! the work is done!

    Unswathe him now.  Take off each stay
    That binds him to his couch of clay,
    And let him struggle into day! 
        Let chain and pulley run,
    With yielding crank and steady rope,
    Until he rise from rim to cope,
    In rounded beauty, ribb’d in strength,
    Without a flaw in all his length—­
        Hurra! the work is done!

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