136 SONG OF THE HIVE BEE. 
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I revel in sunshine 
and fragrance, all day: 
There is not a monarch 
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on earth half so gay. 
My labour is pleasure, 
when home with my spoil 
I wing my blithe way, 
and exult in my toil. 
The proudest might sigB 
for my freedom of will. 
And the wisest might envy 
my patience and skills 
And those who improve not 
their talents withal. 
Might take lessons from me 
to draw blessings from all* 
__ — y/sj yy 
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