The worm long fosters his transforming sleep, But claims th' inalienable life again, Which, tho' it be but one, yet seemeth twain, The trance between is all so deadly deep; The careful spider spreads before his lair The web he gathers near his filmy heart, Without the throe of any vital smart, And of his entrails makes a useful snare; In both a mighty mystery resides, A truth, on whose development they thrive; One for the cravings of his life provides, One weaves himself another way to live; To search the secret is beyond our lore, And we must rest, till God shall tell us more. |