THE TRIBUNE.

r,o,n the London Literary Gazette.


THE BEE.

sr ELEASoR DAREY.
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av, who is SO blcst as the honey-bee,


The syIph and numming-bird OF the flowers!
The light.wins'd elf, who so happy as nc,
Making the most of the golden hoursi
No hermit aus,ere in his waxen cell,
But an epicure and sage as we'll.
He kisses The roses bushing cheeks:


And sncks the balm from the woodb,ne's lip,
While merry murmer his pleasure speaks;


Nor only doth he sing and SIP,
But reaps besides, and carries away
A harvest to hive for rainy day.
The gardens suItan, he fondly flies


From bud to bud through his fower-seyaI:
He waits not TO see-he is far too wise,-


His blooming beauties wirher and die:
But the moment one turns pale, he retreats
To solace himself with another's sweets.
Come, friends, let US take for our guide the bee


Who the way OF wisdom 50 well can teach7
Let's follow his gay philosophy


Ne'er lose a blossom within our reach,
Nor fail, mid the present, 10 garnerup
Some gleanings for filling the futures cup.