91 BEES. 



Address to a Bee. 



Thou wert out betimes, thou busy busy Bee! 



\\'hen abroad I took my early way, 

 Before the cow from her resting place 

 Had risen up, and left her trace 



On the njeadow with dew so gray, 

 I saw thee, thou busy busy Bee ! 



Thou wert alive, thou busy busy Bee ! 



When the crowd in their sleep were dead, 

 Thou wert abroad in the freshest hour, 

 When the sweetest odour comes from, the flower. 



Man will not learn to leave his lifeless bed, 

 And be wise and copy thee, thou busy busy Bee I 



Thou wert working late, thou busy busy Bee ! 



After the fall of the cistus flower, 

 I heard thee last as I saw thee first, 

 When the primrose tree blossom was ready to burst, 



In the coolness of the ev'ning hour, 

 I heard thee, thou busy busy Bee ! 



Thou art a miser, thou busy busy Bee ! 



Late and early at employ ; 

 Still on thy golden stores intent. 

 Thy youth in heaping and hoarding is spent. 



What thy age will never enjoy. 

 I will not copy thee, thou miserly Bee ! 



