Cast out on fortune, they at mercy lie,
And borrow life from an indulgent sky;
Adopted by the sun, in blaze of day,
They ripen under his prolific ray.
Unmindful she, that some unhappy tread
May crush her young in their neglected bed.
[31]What time she skims along the field with speed,
[32]She scorns the rider, and pursuing steed.
How rich the peacock![33] what bright glories run
From plume to plume, and vary in the sun!