To The Grasshopper.

AFTER ANACREON.     [The strong resemblance of this fine poem to Cowley's Ode bearing the same name, and beginning "Happy insect! what can be," will be at once seen.]     Happy art thou, darling insect,     Who, upon the trees' tall branches,     By a modest draught inspired,     Singing, like a monarch livest!     Thou possessest as thy portion     All that on the plains thou seest,     All that by the hours is brought thee     'Mongst the husbandmen thou livest,     As a friend, uninjured by them,     Thou whom mortals love to honour,     Herald sweet of sweet Spring's advent!     Yes, thou'rt loved by all the Muses,     Phoebus' self, too, needs must love thee;     They their silver voices gave thee,     Age can never steal upon thee.     Wise and gentle friend of poets,     Born a creature fleshless, bloodless,     Though Earth's daughter, free from suff'ring,     To the gods e'en almost equal.