96 BEES. 



No civil discords in that empire rage, 



Save when on idle drones dire war they wage ; 



No tyrant's thundering scourge, nor rattling chain, 



Disgrace the regent mother's gentle reign ; 



Eternal laws to industry incite, 



All, all to swell the puhlic stores unite. 



Oh ! would the mighty states, whose thunders 



hurl'd 

 O'er ravag'd Europe, awe the astonish'd world, 

 Oh ! would they imitate the blameless race, 

 Wiiose numerous hives their names conspicuous 



grace ; 

 Their vigorous industry, their loyal zeal. 

 Their generous ardour for the public weal ; 

 Be firuily bound by one grand social chain. 

 And bid through earth eternal concord reign ! 



