Australian and Other Poems/Fable I
FABLE I.
(Versified from the French.)
A cock that hunger's pinch long knew,
Upon a neighbouring dunghill flew,
To seek wherewith his gnawings might
Be for the present set aright.
He scratched until his claws grew sore,
Nor even then his toil forbore,
Without one particle of seed
Upturning, to relieve his need.
Till, having lost his patience quite,
He was about to change his site,
When something beautiful to view
Came forth—it was a gay bijou—
A diamond from Peru's mines.
That had been prized in other times.
The hungry cock a moment stayed
To view the glittering prize, then said—
"This to a Jew or gaudy fair
Had been a treasure sans compare;
To grace the finger, deck the brow
'Twould answer well enough, I trow;
But, ah! to me one grain of maize
Were worth a thousand jewels' blaze."
THE MORAL.
'Tis not in glittering wealth contentment lies,
But in each humble gift our longings prize.