The Honey Thief. 



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Ten sounded from the old church tower — 

 Before the last stroke of the hour, 

 Close by the bee-house Richard Dean, 

 His last new coat on, might be seen; 

 Christine, arrayed in all her charms, 

 Was there, and rushed into his arms. 



"Hist! what's that sound?" alack! alack! 

 A thief, with crotchet at his back — 

 A Honey thief — ill may he thrive. 



