 | The lion's cub |  |
THE ANT.
Go to the ant, thou sluggard,
Consider all her ways,
And thou shalt be instructed
To live contented days.
Consider all her ways,
And thou shalt be instructed
To live contented days.
Not like those fools of summer,
The wasp and dragon-fly,
That flaunt their gaudy garments
For one short hour, and die.
The wasp and dragon-fly,
That flaunt their gaudy garments
For one short hour, and die.
But, clad in sober sables,
She goes upon her way,
A busy, little housewife,
Whose life is work, not play.
She goes upon her way,
A busy, little housewife,
Whose life is work, not play.
She heeds not sun nor shadow,
She knows not waste nor want,
But prudent is, like Nature
That loves the prosperous ant.
She knows not waste nor want,
But prudent is, like Nature
That loves the prosperous ant.
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