Classic Poem

A CURIOUS Spider, of industrious sort,
That to the fields and gardens made resort,
Once on a time, when clouds their torrents pour'd,
And blust'ring winds from every quarter roar'd,
Within a barn retir'd, resolv'd to try
Near the thatch'd roof to fix his dwelling high.
A lofty beam he wishfully surveys,
And strives with all his might himself to raise.
But long in vain; for ere the height he gains,
Falling to ground he still renews his pains.
Now twice fix times the task he had renew'd,
But, still resolv'd, his arduous toil pursu'd,
At length succeeding, to perfection brought,
His web in curious form the insect wrought;
Then, in enjoyment of his wish attain'd,
He seem'd to glory in the conquest gain'd.
A valiant Chief, asserting oft his righ
Yet, hapless, baffl'd in the field of fight,
Beheld the scene.—“Oft was I foil'd, said he;
“But, patient Spider! not so oft as thee;
“Be thou my teacher, losses to repair
“With spirit unbroken, and with constant care;
“Man's proper lessons wisely I'll discern,
“Nor from the meanest reptile scorn to “learn.”
Thoughtful he spoke, with virtuous ardour burn'd,
To cares renew'd, and glorious deeds return'd,
'Till Heav'n at last his efforts deign'd to bless,
And crown'd his merits with the wish'd success.
He fought and conquer'd, various toils sustain'd,
At length o'er his own land he peaceful reign'd,
Establish'd thus his just and lawful claim,
He rose much honour'd to a well-earned fame.