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Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
— Glowworms
Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
Shine little glow-worm, glimmer, glimmer.Love's sweet voice is calling yonder.
Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright,But look'd too near have neither heat nor light.
For, as you know, religions are like glow-worms; they shine only when it is dark.
Till glowworms light owl-watchmen's flightThrough our green metropolis.
My star, God's glowworm.
Tasteful illumination of the night,Bright scattered, twinkling star of spangled earth.
While many a glowworm in the shadeLights up her love torch.
Glow-worms on the ground are moving,As if in the torch-dance circling.
Ye living lamps, by whose dear light Her matchless songs does meditate.
Ye country comets, that portend Than to presage the grass's fall.
Here's a health to the glow-worm, Death's sober lamplighter.
When evening closes Nature's eye, And tempt the rover through the dark.
The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.
Like a glowworm golden, in a dell of dew,Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view.
Among the crooked lanes, on every hedge,A moving radiance twinkles.
