Not thrice the morn these eyes have view’d,
Since genial spring my life renew’d;
From death-like slumbers wak’d, I found
A guardian shell invest me round;
The circling shield I broke, nor knew
How long my safety hence I drew;
But soon perceiv’d, and knew the spot,
Where once, a worm, I fix’d my lot;
The past with wonder touch’d my breast,
More wonder still the now imprest,