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Besides, know this, I never sting 
The flower that gives me nourishing ; 
i i it | But with a kiss, or thanks, do pay 
PKA | For honey that I bear away. 
MN Tis said he laid his little serip 
HEY Of honey ’fore her ladyship ; 
WAH And told her, as some tears did fall, 
. ( i 1 That taat he took, and that was all. 
Nal At whieh she smiled, and bade him go, 
| ‘ And take his bag, out thus much know, 
i Hi When next he came a pilfering so, 
Ht He should from her full lips derive 
Honey enough to fill his hive. 

[A 
TO THE EARLY VIOLET. 
Sweet harbinger of wayward Spring ! 
On Winter’s bosom blossoming ; 
Ie The wanderer greets thee on the moor,— 
Ae | The peasant by his cottage door, 
qi At morn and eve looks down to bless 
Thy meek and modest loveliness,— 



i The lover deems an eye of blue ; 
Hi Ts mirror’d in thine azure hue— 
i | A well-know eye !—and standing there . 
Bt He softly breathes a soul-felt prayer 
a For one,—but sooth! I must not tell 
The secrets thou dost guard so well, 




