’Till fortune’s second wheel turns round,
And leaves them where they first were found.”
The Glow-Worm with attention heard,
And weigh’d with prudence ev’ry word,
Trim’d bright his little lamp again.
And shone more beauteous o’er the plain
Then thus address’d the wond’ring sage,
The known Philos’pher of the age:
“Know thou, the happy pow’r to shine
Is truly man’s as well as mine;