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THE DRONES.
Those gilded flies That, basking in the sunshine of a court, Fatten on its corruption! What are they? The drones of the community; they feed On the mechanic's labor; the starved hind For them compels the stubborn glebe to yield Its unshared harvests; and yon squalid form, Leaner than fleshiess misery, that wastes A sunless life in the unwholesome mine, Drags out in labor a protracted death, To glut their grandeur; many faint with toil, That few may know the cares and woes of sioih. -Shelley.
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Maoriland Worker, Volume 3, Issue 43, 5 January 1912, Page 9
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88THE DRONES. Maoriland Worker, Volume 3, Issue 43, 5 January 1912, Page 9
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