For what, that worms obtain, can vie
With bliss of birds that wing the sky?”
“Believe my words,” th’ Adviser said,
“Since not of private int’rest bred;
Not on thy life or death depend
My pleasure or my pain—— Attend!
Like thee, to all the future blind,
I knew not wings for worms design’d,
Till yon last sun’s ascending light
Remov’d the dusky shades of night.