TOTHE GLOW-WORM.
Hail! insect of the em'rald ray!
Fair boast of summer's ev'ning hour!
Whose beams with trembling lustre play,
And gild thy little verdant bow'r!
I love to seek thee on the hill,
When sweetly falls the ev'ning dew,
To listen to the trickling rill,
And mark the twilight's soften'd hue.
When sweetly falls the ev'ning dew,
To listen to the trickling rill,
And mark the twilight's soften'd hue.
