The Tiny World Gallery

Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade Of the leaf where you slumbered all day;  Be content with the moon and the stars, pretty moth,      And make use of your wings while you may. . . . .  But tho' dreams of delight may have dazzled you quite, They at last found it dangerous play; Many things in this world that look bright, pretty moth, Only dazzle to lead us astray. Thomas Haynes Bayly -