FOR CHILDREN. AT

Thou wert abroad in the freshest hour,

When the sweetest odour comes from the flower ;
Man will not learn to leave his bed,

And be wise and copy thee, thou busy, busy bee !

Thou wert working late, thou busy, busy bee!
After the fall of the cistus flower ;'
When the evening primrose was ready to burst;
I heard thee last, as I saw thee first ;
In the silence of the evening hour,
I heard thee, thou busy, busy bee!

Thou art a miser, thou busy, busy bee f
Late and early at employ ; :
Still on thy golden stores intent,
Thy summer in heaping and hoarding is spent
What thy winter will never enjoy ;
Wise lesson this for me, thou busy, busy bee !

Little dost thou think, thou busy, busy bee !
What is the end of thy toil ;
When the latest flowers of the ivy are gone,
And all thy work for the year is done,
Thy master comes for the spoil ;—
Woe then for thee, thou busy, busy bee !
Southey.

 

THE FROST.

TueE Frost looked forth, one still clear night,
And whispered, “ Now I shall be out of sight;
So through the valley and over the height,

In silence I'll take my. way :

1 The gum cistus flower lives but one day,