Pigeon and Statues

"Accept that some days you are the pigeon and some days the statue."

Behold, how small a pigeon is;
He is but ought to thee.
And yet, if thou were't but an ant,
Gigantic he should be.

And thou, then fearing for thy life,
Into the ground would flee.
And yet, perchance, if thou were't slow,
The pigeon should eat thee!

Alas! How terrible thy fate,
Imprisoned in a pigeon's crop.
And then whene're thy time had come,
Into his belly thou should'st drop.

Upon these thoughts now spend a while,
And know thou shouldst, without regret,
Be joyful, yea, and do not mourn
For the pigeon thou hast ate.