GRASSHOPPER AND THUNDER-CLOUD.
Upon the top of a mullen-stalk, sat a grasshopper, who thus complacently sang of himself:--
Was ever seen, in earth or air,
As my sweet self, a thing so fair?
My coat is made of shining green,
My little wings are glossy sheen,
My form is such as fairies love,
My motions those that mark the dove;
But oh! my voice, so soft and low,
No music can so sweetly flow.