Our little Kinsmen—after Rain
Our little kinsmen after rain
In plenty may be seen,
A pink and pulpy multitude
The tepid ground upon;
A needless life it seemed to me
Until a little bird
As to a hospitality
Advanced and breakfasted.
As I of he, so God of me,
I pondered, may have judged,
And left the little angleworm
With modesties enlarged.
In plenty may be seen,
A pink and pulpy multitude
The tepid ground upon;
A needless life it seemed to me
Until a little bird
As to a hospitality
Advanced and breakfasted.
As I of he, so God of me,
I pondered, may have judged,
And left the little angleworm
With modesties enlarged.
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