On other worms he look’d disdain.
The sage, with philosophic eye,
Survey’d the wand’rer crawling by;
Then stooping low, with gentle hand,
High lifts him from the dew-fraught land.
The grub, tho’ not dismay’d thro’ fear,
Conscious he was not in his sphere,
Withdrew his beam of light away,
To hear what man—vain man—would say.
The learn’d Philosopher, amaz’d,