Passage I heard the merry grasshopper then sing, The black-clad cricket bear a second pa

rt; They kept one tune and played on the same string. Seeming to glory in their little art. Small creatures abject thus their voices raise, And in their kind resound their Maker s praise, Whilst I, as mute, can warble forth no higher lays？ Questions:

This is the ninth of the "Contemplations" written by an early American woman writer. What is her name？