Anacreon,
Pindar and Anacreon
(1846)
“ Happy insect! all agreeNone can be more bless'd than thee; Thou, for joy and pleasure born,Sipp'st the honey'd dew of morn.Happier than the sceptred king,Mid the boughs we hear thee sing.All the season's varied store,All thy little eyes explore,Fruits that tempt, and flowers that shine,Happy insect! all are thine.Injuring nothing, blamed by none,Farmers love thee—pretty one! ”

