POETRY.

TO MARGARET:
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On seeing Bee Glight upon her bonnet. Away! thou little busy bee,

 And leave that gaudy bonnet; Away! the only flowers you see,

 Are false-depend upon it! For I, like you, her roses spied, / And took them all for true ones; And though 'twas said they time defied, Believed them good as new ones. And once I thought, like thee, to sip, As near she seemed to-taintipg; But ere their tints had stained my lip, Discovered them a-painting!