. The American bee keeper. Bee culture; Honey. 1895. THE AMERICAN BEE-KEEPER. 333 head, and it will be easier and cheap- er for the bee-keeper than Dr. Miller's '' bag of ; Yours truly, S. M. Keeler. Chenango Bridge, N. Y., Nov. 23, (From L. A. W. Bulletin.) THE DISSATISFIED BEE. NIXON WATERMAN. 'Twas on a happy summer morn when all the world was glad and gay, A busy, honey-seeking bee set out on her accustomed way To gather all the hidden sweets distiled by blossoms fresh and fair That, fragrant from their bath of dew, were waiting for her everywhere. The morn was sleepy with
. The American bee keeper. Bee culture; Honey. 1895. THE AMERICAN BEE-KEEPER. 333 head, and it will be easier and cheap- er for the bee-keeper than Dr. Miller's '' bag of ; Yours truly, S. M. Keeler. Chenango Bridge, N. Y., Nov. 23, (From L. A. W. Bulletin.) THE DISSATISFIED BEE. NIXON WATERMAN. 'Twas on a happy summer morn when all the world was glad and gay, A busy, honey-seeking bee set out on her accustomed way To gather all the hidden sweets distiled by blossoms fresh and fair That, fragrant from their bath of dew, were waiting for her everywhere. The morn was sleepy with content, and as she crooned about her task She fell to musing, " It would be a pleasure could I rest and bask Among the flowers all the day as does the golden butterfly. And watch the fleecy clouds that sail like phantom ships across the ; "'Twould be a joy," thought she, "to dream amid the roses and the phlox. Or let the breezes swing me in a hammock, made of hollyhocks; And for my dainty feast to mix the rich red poppy's drowsy wine With perfume from the mignonette and honey from the ; " The grass-hopper never toils, nor does the butterfly," said she, "And shall I have no pleasure-time? Is there no rest for weary bee ? Enough of duty ! Long iiave I performed my task day after day, As patient bees have ever done, but now the time has come for ; And so, as bee ne'er did before, she laid aside her simple task That happy morn that she might learn how pleasant it would be to bask Among the flowers all the day as did the golden butterfly. And watch the fleecy clouds that sailed like phantom ships across the sky. And like a queen she lay and dreamed among the roses and the phlox ; She let the breezes swing her in a hammock made of hollyhocks. And for her dainty feast she mixed the flame-red poppy's drowsy wine With perfume from the mingnonette and honey from the eglantine. Her dissipation soon produced a season of
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