Forsook his cot, and sought the lawn;
In contemplation deep he stray’d,
And nature’s dozing charms survey’d;
On either hand new beauties view’d,
As he his tranquil walk pursu’d.
By chance, a Glow-Worm, in his way,
Shone forth his little glitt’ring ray,
Proudly unfolding ev’ry grace,
As trailing round from place to place;
Illumining the moss-fring’d plain.