Memorials Of A Tour In Italy, 1837 - XXIV. - In Lombardy
See, where his difficult way that Old Man wins Bent by a load of Mulberry leaves! most hard Appears 'his' lot, to the small Worm's compared, For whom his toil with early day begins. Acknowledging no task-master, at will (As if her labour and her ease were twins) 'She' seems to work, at pleasure to lie still; And softly sleeps within the thread she spins. So fare they, the Man serving as her Slave. Ere long their fates do each to each conform: Both pass into new being, but the Worm, Transfigured, sinks into a hopeless grave; 'His' volant Spirit will, he trusts, ascend To bliss unbounded, glory without end.
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