18. The Fly about the Candle.
The fly about the candle gay
Will dance with thoughtless hum;
But short, alas I her giddy play—
Her pleasure proves her doom.
The child in like simplicity
About the bee-hive clings,
And with one drop of honey she
Receives a thousand stings.
19. Lucy Gray
No mate, no comrade Lucy knew,
She dwelt on a wide moor,
The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a cottage-door.
You, too, may spy the fawn at play,
The hare upon the green,
But the sweet face of Lucy Gray
Will never more be seen.
"To-night will be a stormy night,
You to the town must go,
And take a lantern, child, to light
Your mother through the snow."
"That, father, I will gladly do;
'Tis scarcely afternoon—
The minster clock has just struck two,
And yonder is the moon."
At this the father raised his hook,
And snapp'd a faggot-band;
He plied his work, and Lucy took
