Book 2-Lesson 07

LESSON 7
THE BEE
I LOVE to see the busy bee,
I love to watch the hive:
When the sun is hot they linger not—
It makes them all alive.
God gave them skill, and with good will
They to their work attend:
Each little cell is shaped so well,
That none their work can mend.
Now in, now out, they move about,
Yet all in order true;
Each seems to know both where to go,
And what it has to do.
'Mid summer heat, the honey sweet
It gathers while it may,
In tiny drops, and never stops
To waste its time in play.
I hear it come, I know its hum;
It flies from flower to flower;
And to its store a little more
It adds, each day and hour.
Just so should I my heart apply,
My proper work to mind:
Look for some sweet in all I meet,
And store up all I find.