Select Poetry.

Thames Star, Volume XIII, Issue 4308, 21 October 1882, Page 1

Select Poetry.

" THE LITTLE BUSY BKB£>.i > While strolling down my garden walk) Olio brilliant summer's day, • .. " Iv silent contemplation, I -; " " One momontr chanced to stay; And while I lingor'd mid the-flow'w, Whose perfume fill'd the air, A little bee went buzzing by, Of sweets to take its share. Now deep within the lily white, Then lighting on the rose, As if to make the most of all A summer's day bestows. ■ I Btood ana watch'd tho Httle bee Till our, of sight it.flow. And then nictlioaglit a winter's sky Hoplacud tho sjmro blue. , The fiov/ors were goiifr, the treofi .wore bare. And disiaal>wag liie^cci** j * ■'r-' No busy bee«4ConT<l.v^iitar6 j«vhore *"*- - , , SolateojrtJtt|[Jb»d3»er«:': - :' r••*""-" - The earth was frwt.beMiid, .and the snow Folloftinblindi»^-«how lr«; - . - -* .- .,K9,U«i«tconld:lieijr«t!ie«iir, ? thro? ■ *'" in Thofedismaririnlerlioßrer t—i-r^r-, Methought I took a peep within ■ - .. The cottage of tho bee; Tho hive within tho garden, Which all who will may ace. Think you I saw Starvation there^ So grim, and gaunt, and pale ? Or did I hear one sad complaint— • One sad reproachful wail ? Oh no! but Plenty smiled npon That little household there; They labqrM for a rainy day, While yet tho days wore fair, But not alone they labor'd on, But laid the surplus by; They care not now how bleak the day How dark may be the sky. The moral of this little tale I surely need not write: 'Tis patent to the simplest mind, That scans my black and ifhito. * , . T.D. (Devon).