A POOL was once congeal'd with frost;
The frogs, in its deep waters lost,No longer dared to croak or spring;But promised, being half asleep, If suffer'd to the air to creep,As very nightingales to sing.
A thaw dissolved the ice so strong,--
They proudly steer'd themselves along, When landed, squatted on the shore, And croak'd as loudly as before.
1821.*
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