The Glowworm

Beneath the hedge or near the stream, A worm is known to stray, That shows by night a lucid beam, Which disappears by day. Disputes have been and still prevail From whence his rays proceed; Some give that honour to his tail, And others to his head. But this is sure,--the hand of might That kindles up the skies, Gives him a modicum of light, Proportion'd to his size. Perhaps indulgent Nature meant By such a lamp bestow'd, To bid the traveller, as he went, Be careful where he trod; Nor crush a worm, whose useful light Might serve, however small, To show a stumbling stone by night, And save him from a fall. Whate'er she meant, this truth divine Is legible and plain, 'Tis power Almighty bids him shine, Nor bids him shine in vain. Ye proud and wealthy, let this theme Teach humbler thoughts to you, Since such a reptile has its gem, And boasts its splendour, too.