 | Poems by Miss H. F. Gould |  |
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THE BEE AND THE CHILD.
Come here, little Bee,
There are fresh flowers by me;
Come, and just let me see
How your honey is made!
“I can 't, for I fear
That, for coming too near,
I should pay very dear,
So I can 't—I'm afraid!”
There are fresh flowers by me;
Come, and just let me see
How your honey is made!
“I can 't, for I fear
That, for coming too near,
I should pay very dear,
So I can 't—I'm afraid!”
O, feel no alarm;
Not a leg, nor an arm,
Nor a wing will I harm.
You may here sip your fill.
“Pretty maid, then I'll come
Close beside you, and hum,
And you shall have some
Of the sweets I distil.”
Not a leg, nor an arm,
Nor a wing will I harm.
You may here sip your fill.
“Pretty maid, then I'll come
Close beside you, and hum,
And you shall have some
Of the sweets I distil.”
Then my trust shall be free
As yours is in me;
And be sure, little Bee,
That you do 'nt use your sting!
“Oh! no! no!—since I flew
From the cell, where I grew,
None has known me to do
So ungrateful a thing!”
As yours is in me;
And be sure, little Bee,
That you do 'nt use your sting!
“Oh! no! no!—since I flew
From the cell, where I grew,
None has known me to do
So ungrateful a thing!”
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Then why thus supplied
With a sting, but to hide
And to keep it untried,
Out of sight, little Bee?
“He, who gave me my sting
And my swift gauzy wing,
Bids me not harm a thing
That would not injure me!”
With a sting, but to hide
And to keep it untried,
Out of sight, little Bee?
“He, who gave me my sting
And my swift gauzy wing,
Bids me not harm a thing
That would not injure me!”
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