The silliest grew vain,
  To think a song or strain
Of theirs, however weak, or loud, or hoarse,
    Was worthy to be heard
    Repeated by the bird;
For of his wit they could not feel the force.

     The charitable said,
     “Poor fellow! if his head
Is turned, or cracked, or has no talent left;
      But feels the want of powers,
      And plumes itself from ours,
Why, we shall not be losers by the theft.”

     The haughty said, “He thus. 
     It seems, would mimic us,
And steal our songs, to pass them for his own! 
     But if he only quotes
     In honor of our notes,
We then were quite as honored, let alone.”

     The wisest said, “If foe
     Or friend, we still may know
By him, wherein our greatest failing lies. 
  So, let us not be moved,
  Since first to be improved
By every thing, becomes the truly wise.”

=The Silk-Worm’s Will=

On a plain rush-hurdle a silk-worm lay,
When a proud young princess came that way. 
The haughty child of a human king
Threw a sidelong glance at the humble thing,
That received with a silent gratitude
From the mulberry-leaf her simple food;
And shrunk, half scorn, and half disgust,
Away from her sister child of the dust;
Declaring she never yet could see
Why a reptile form like this should be;—­
And that she was not made with nerves so firm,
As calmly to stand by a crawling worm!

With mute forbearance the silk-worm took
The taunting words and the spurning look.

Alike a stranger to self and pride,
She’d no disquiet from aught beside;
And lived of a meekness and peace possest
Which these debar from the human breast. 
She only wished, for the harsh abuse,
To find some way to become of use
To the haughty daughter of lordly man;
And thus did she lay her noble plan
To teach her wisdom, and make it plain
That the humble worm was not made in vain;—­
A plan so generous, deep and high,
That to carry it out, she must even die!

“No more,” said she, “will I drink or eat! 
I’ll spin and weave me a winding-sheet,
To wrap me up from the sun’s clear light,
And hide my form from her wounded sight. 
In secret then, till my end draws nigh,
I will toil for her; and when I die,
I’ll leave behind, as a farewell boon
To the proud young princess, my whole cocoon,
To be reeled, and wove to a shining lace,
And hung in a veil o’er her scornful face! 
And when she can calmly draw her breath
Through the very threads that have caused my death;
When she finds at length, she has nerves so firm,
As to wear the shroud of a crawling worm,
May she bear in mind that she walks with pride
In the winding-sheet where the silk-worm died!”

=Dame Biddy=

Dame Biddy abode in a coop,
  Because it so chanced that dame Biddy
Had round her a family group
  Of chicks, young, and helpless, and giddy.