make the butterflies thy own;
those that would the bloom devour—
crush the locusts, save the flower.
for the future be prepar'd,
guard wherever thou can'st guard;
but thy utmost duly done,
wee what thou can'st not shun.
follies past, give thou to air,
make their consequence thy care:
keep the name of man in mind,
and dishonour not thy kind.
reverence with lowly heart
him, whose wondrous work thou art;
keep his goodness still in view,
thy trust, and thy example, too.
stranger, go! heaven be thy guide!
quod the beadsman of nidside.