THE SILVER LAKE STORIES. lll

Your scorn I well remember yet,

Such slights I do not soon forget.”

Then out the little hum-bird spake,
«There surely must be some mistake ;
For with disgust I’d never view

A being beautiful as you.

To everything so bright and gay,

Sincere respect I always pay.”

“ Ah, yes, but when your scorned my form,
I was a crawling hairy worm.

From this, Sir Hum-bird, please to learn,
If you the poor and lowly spurn, |
Those creatures whom you now despise
Some day may far above you rise.”