SONGS for CHILDREN, SONG XI

If you're given to boasting, you'll never do well: Be silent, but evermore strive to excel; And if you'll attend now a story I'll tell. For sweet modesty's charms you may learn here; The beauties of sweet modesty.

There once was a BUTTERFLY gaudy and vain. Who spy'd a poor mole creeping over the plain, And she view'd him indeed with an eye of disdain. Sweet modesty's charms you may learn here; The beauties of sweet modesty.

She quickly began his rough from to despise, His creeping on earth and his want of bright eyes; But the mole quite contented still nothing replies. Sweét modesty's charms you may learn here; The beauties of sweet modesty.

But a bird in his swiftness now rush'd thro' the air, And soon made a prey of the insect so fair; While the mole still jogg'd onward devoid of all care. Sweet modesty's charms you may learn here; The beauties of sweet modesty.

Tho' the mole could not see yet he heard of her fate, Quite happy, he neither was vain nor was great; He was wise and content, nor repented too late. Sweet modesty's charms you may learn here; The beauties of sweet modesty.