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EVENING IN APRIL.

(ON FIRST HEARING A BEE, 1824.)

Welcome with thy monotone,
Black and yellow lab'rer sweet!
Thou this night hast nearly done
Dancing with thy little feet
On the willow's honeyed flower,
On the daisy's crimson side,
On the crocus near the bower,
Which thy velvet coat has dyed.
Thou thy little sable bill
Hast in April blossoms dipped;
From the cups upon the hill,
Luscious drops of honey sipped:
Thou hast slept the winter long,
But thy merit is not lost;
Thou hast yet the vernal song,
Spite of winter's chilling frost.

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Thus the poet, as he sings,
While the storm of sorrow low'rs,
Finds that friendship gladness brings
Sweet as dew on honeyed flow'rs.