From the light down that mocks the…

From the light down that mocks the gale, The Linnet culls her stores, From each wild flow'r that scents the vale, The bee a balm explores.

With nature's truest sense endued, Unconscious of alloy, In ev'ry gift they find a good, And every good enjoy.

Feeling's vain child alone assign'd A doubtful fickle pow'r, With sighs can chill the summer wind, With tears can blight the flow'r.

Its only dangerous gift, ah! why Did Heav'n to man impart? And bid each treacherous sense apply A venom for his heart.