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Song * for the Bees . % \ %
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When wHt thou , British Artisan , Refuse to be an ape ? When wilt thou , English Gentleman , From thy own bonds escape ? No eyes have they for beauty , Who feed on hate and fear ; The silent tield , no joy can yield To hearts that will not hear .
No . XVI . The day was dark , save when the beam Of noon through darkness broke , In gloomy state , as in a dream , Beneath my orchard oak : Lo , splendour , like a spirit , came ! A shadow , like a tree 1 While there 1 sat , and nam'd her name , Who once sat there with me .
I started from the seat in fear ; I look'd around in awe ; But saw no beauteous spirit near , Though all that was I saw ; The seat , the tree , where oft in tears She mourn'd her hopes o ' erthrown , Her joys cut off in early years , Like gather ed flowers half-blown .
Again the bud and breeze were met , But Mary did not come ; 'And e ' en the rose , which she had set , Was fated ne ' er to bloom The thrush proclairn ' d in accents sweet That winter ' s reign was o ' The bluebells throng'd around my feet , But Mary came no more .
I think , 1 feel—but when will she Awake to thought again ? No voice of comfort answers me ; But CJod does nought in vain : He wastes no flower , nor bud , nor leaf , Nor wind , nor cloud , nor wave ; And will he waste the hope which grief Iluth planted in the grave ?
No . XVIF . I , ikk a rootless rose or lily ; Like a sad and life-long sigh ; Like u bird pursu'd and weary , Dooin'd to flutter till it die ;
Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), April 2, 1836, page 217, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2656/page/25/