THE
NIGHTINGALE
AND
GLOW-WORM
.
A
Nightingale
that
all
day
long
Had
cheer'd
the
village
with
his
song
,
Nor
yet
at
eve
his
note
suspended
,
Nor
yet
when
even
tide
was
ended
,
Began
to
feel
as
well
he
might
The
keen
demands
of
appetite
;
When
looking
eagerly
around
,
He
spied
far
off
upon
the
ground
,
A
something
shining
in
the
dark
,
And
knew
the
glow-worm
by
his
spark
,
So
stooping
down
from
hawthorn
top
,
He
thought
to
put
him
in
his
crop
;
The
worm
aware
of
his
intent
,
Harangu'd
him
thus
right
eloquent
.
Did
you
admire
my
lamp
,
quoth
he
,
As
much
as
I
your
minstrelsy
,
You
would
abhor
to
do
me
wrong
,
As
much
as
I
to
spoil
your
song
,
For
'twas
the
self-same
power
divine
,
Taught
you
to
sing
,
and
me
to
shine
,
That
you
with
music
,
I
with
light
,
Might
beautify
and
cheer
the
night
.
The
songster
heard
his
short
oration
,
And
warbling
out
his
approbation
,
Releas'd
him
as
my
story
tells
,
And
found
a
supper
somewhere
else
.
Hence
jarring
sectaries
may
learn
,
Their
real
int'rest
to
discern
:
That
brother
should
not
war
with
brother
,
And
worry
and
devour
each
other
,
But
sing
and
shine
by
sweet
consent
,
'Till
life's
poor
transient
night
is
spent
,
Respecting
in
each
other's
case
The
gifts
of
nature
and
of
grace
.
Those
christians
best
deserve
the
name
Who
studiously
make
peace
their
aim
;
Peace
,
both
the
duty
and
the
prize
Of
him
that
creeps
and
him
that
flies
.