066 THE HISTORY OF BEES. 
Yet we, who have an heav n Pobtains 
How negligent we live! — 
~ Good God! on what a flender thread 
Hang everlafting things! 
Th’ eternal flate of all the dead, 
Upon life’s feeble firings. 
Infinite joy, or endle/s woe, 
Attends on every breath 5, 
And yet how unconcern’d we go, 
Upon the brink of death* ! 
The Ant has no guide to direct her what to do, no 
everfeer to obferve whether it is done or no, nor ruler 
to punifh her negligence and mifconduct ; yet acts as if 
it were fo. How doth this aggravate our floth and im- 
providence, who have a guide to fhew us what is good, 
an infpeCtor of all our actions, and a Lord and Ruler 
to whom we are accountable! Shall we then be idle 
and inaétive, and fuffer ourfelves to be outdone by fuch 
creatures as thefe? Would not that be both our fin and 
fhame ? 
In morning fair thefe lab’rers cut the fey, 
Thro’ all the gardens and the meadows fly; 
And free from envy, by their labours firive, 
Which fhall contribute moft t? enrich the hive. 
Such 
® Dr, Watts’s Hymns, Lib, 2. A. 25.55. 
