The mole's a creature very smooth and slick, <br />She digs i' th' dirt, but 'twill not on her stick; <br />So's he who counts this world his greatest gains, <br />Yet nothing gets but's labour for his pains. <br />Earth's the mole's element, she can't abide <br />To be above ground, dirt heaps are her pride; <br />And he is like her who the worldling plays, <br />He imitates her in her work and ways. <br />Poor silly mole, that thou should'st love to be <br />Where thou nor sun, nor moon, nor stars can see. <br />But O! how silly's he who doth not care <br />So he gets earth, to have of heaven a share!<br /><br />John Bunyan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-the-mole-in-the-ground/
