Shall doubt my skill?”—he cried with glee—
“The bird that carols on yon bough
Can boast no rivalship with me!”
May many by this ditty learn—
—Nor let the moral pass unheeded—
Who like the Ass, all lessons spurn,
Because they once, by chance, succeeded!
O’ER THE FAR MOUNTAIN PEAK ON HIGH.
O’er the far mountain peak on high
First shines the morning’s ray;