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    Thou busy bee ! how can ' &t thou choose So far and wide to roam ? Oli , blessed bee ! thy glad wings sny Thou hast a happy home , But I , when I come home—oh , God ! Wilt thou the thought forgive ? If 'twere not for my dog mid cat , ] think { could not live .

    Why come they not ? They do not come My breaking heart to meet : A heavier darkness on me falls—I cannot lift my feet ; Oh , yes , the } ' come ! they never fail To listen for my sighs ; My poor heart brightens , when it meets The sunshine of their eyes . Again they come to meet me—God ! Wilt thou the thought forgive ? If ' twere not for my dog and cat , I think 1 could not live .

    My heart is like a church-yard stone , My home is comfort's grave , My playful cat , and honest dog , Are all the friends I have . And yet my house is filled with friend ? , But foes they seem , and are ; What makes them hostile ? Ignorance : Then , let me not despair . But oh ! 1 sigh , when home I come ; May God the thought forgive ! If 'twere not for my dog and cat , I think I could not live .

    No . III . On ! blessed , when some holiday Brings townsmen to the moor , And in the sun-beams brighten up The sad looks of the poor . The bee puts oti his richest gold , As if that worker knew I low hard , and for how little , they Their sunless tasks pursue ! But from their souls the sense of wrong On dove-like pinions flies , Ami throned o ' er all , forgiveness sees His image in their eyes . Soon tired , the street-born lad lies down On marjoram and thynac , And through his grated fingers sees The falcon ' s flight sublime .

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    12 Songs for the Bees .

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Jan. 2, 1836, page 12, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2653/page/12/