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The Bee Hive
The hive the honey-bee has found,
With loaded wings and heavy sides;
Stands in a garden fenced around,
Where she called Industry resides.
With loaded wings and heavy sides;
Stands in a garden fenced around,
Where she called Industry resides.
In and out her menials fly
On their journeys one by one,
As she sends them far and nigh
Telling each what must be done.
On their journeys one by one,
As she sends them far and nigh
Telling each what must be done.
Are there flowers on crag or dell
Overladen with their sweets,
Quick the humming insects tell
Heard within their wild retreats.
Overladen with their sweets,
Quick the humming insects tell
Heard within their wild retreats.
Do they bloom on open field,
Or the sheltered walks of men;
Not the humblest is concealed,
There her messengers have been.
Or the sheltered walks of men;
Not the humblest is concealed,
There her messengers have been.
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All the day in quiet haste
Thus they do their mistress' will,
Suffering not a drop to waste
That may go her hive to fill.
Thus they do their mistress' will,
Suffering not a drop to waste
That may go her hive to fill.
Poem No. 511; early 1840?
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