Watt's Songs Against Evil

<h2>THE ANT, OR EMMET.</h2> <div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">These Emmets, how little they are in our eyes!<br/></span> <span class="i0">We tread them to dust, and a troop of them dies,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Without our regard or concern:<br/></span> <span class="i0">Yet, as wise as we are, if we went to their school,<br/></span> <span class="i0">There's many a sluggard and many a fool<br/></span> <span class="i2">Some lessons of wisdom might learn.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">They wear not their time out in sleeping or play,<br/></span> <span class="i0">But gather up corn in a sunshiny day,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And for winter they lay up their stores:<br/></span> <span class="i0">They manage their work in such regular forms,<br/></span> <span class="i0">One would think they foresaw all the frosts and the storms,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And so brought their food within doors.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">But I have less sense than a poor creeping Ant,<br/></span> <span class="i0">If I take not due care for the things I shall want,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Nor provide against dangers in time:<br/></span> <span class="i0">When death or old age shall once stare in my face,<br/></span> <span class="i0">What a wretch shall I be in the end of my days,<br/></span> <span class="i2">If I trifle away all their prime!<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Now, now, while my strength and my youth are in bloom,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Let me think what shall serve me when sickness shall come,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And pray that my sins be forgiven.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Let me read in good books, and believe, and obey;<br/></span> <span class="i0">That, when death turns me out of this cottage of clay,<br/></span> <span class="i2">I may dwell in a palace in heaven.<br/></span></div> </div> <p>&nbsp;</p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />