THE TABLET ON THE WALL. TALL and grey is the old church tower High on the breezy hill: The churchyard blooms with many a flower; 102 THE TABLET ON THE WALL. Alas! along that walk so gay, Where birds, the morning long, THE COBWEB. Он, how pretty! Come and see The threads that make its ladders are! But, how sad! Poor little fly, 104 THE COBWEB. It was a pleasure palace; you Were cheated by the sparkling dew. See, the spider comes apace, To seize Ah, how you struggle to be free; I cannot bear your pain to see. Would I could save you, pretty fly, But, 'tis too late, for you must die. Let me try to bear in mind Your fate, when snares in life I find; Though they beautiful may be, With all that most entices me, Let me turn my foot away, Lest I be the tempter's prey. |