The motes up and down in the sun
Ever restlessly moving we see;
Whereas the great mountains stand still,
Unless terrible earthquakes there be.
If these atoms that move up and down
Were as useful as restless they are,
Than a mountain I rather would be
A mote in the sunbeam so fair.
More verses by Charles Lamb
- Thoughtless Cruelty
- The Magpie's Nest, Or A Lesson Of Docility
- The Brother's Reply
- Nurse Green
- The Unbeloved