The Sand-Fly

Oh , Lord! Oh, Nature! Oh, whatever be
The power properly addressed,
I pray thee humbly — pray on bended knee —
Grant this one plea, deny the rest!

'Tis little that I ask from out the store
Of blessings in thy right to give;
And surely thou dost daily waste much more
On folks less fit than I to live!

I crave but this: That from the different kinds
Of insects cursing night and day —
(The entomologist claims that he finds
Five hundred thousand, so they say) —

Thou wilt at once destroy, annihilate,
Permit no longer to exist —
Efface, cut off, rub out, obliterate
The pesky sand-fly from the list!
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