THE NIGHTINGALE AND GLOW-WORM [Written Feb., 1780. Published 1782.] A NIGHTINGALE, that all day long Hath cheerd the village with his song, Nor yet at eve his note suspended, Nor yet when eventide was ended, Began to feel, as well he might, The keen demands of appetite; When, looking eagerly around, He spied far off, upon the ground, A something shining in the dark, And knew the glow-worm by his spark; So, stooping down from hawthorn top, He thought to put him in his crop. The worm, aware of his intent, Harangud him thus, right eloquent— Did you admire my lamp, quoth he, As much as I your minstrelsy, You would abhor to do me wrong, As much as I to spoil your song; For twas the self-same powr divine Taught you to sing, and me to shine; That you with music, I with light, Might beautify and cheer the night. The songster heard his short oration, And, warbling out his approbation, Releasd him, as my story tells, And found a supper somewhere else. Hence jarring sectaries may learn Their real intrest to discern; That brother should not war with brother, And worry and devour each other; But sing and shine by sweet consent, Till lifes poor transient night is spent, Respecting in each others case The gifts of nature and of grace. Those Christians best deserve the name, Who studiously make peace their aim; Peace, both the duty and the prize Of him that creeps and him that flies. BY William Cowper A poem by William Cowper which Allam Iqbal rewrite as Jugnoo aur Bulbul .
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