Ballads for little folk . HIVES AND HOMES. When March has gone with his cruel wind, That frightens back the swallow,And the pleasant April sun has shinedOut through her showery clouds, we findPale blooms in the wood and hollow. But after the darling May awakes, Bedecked with flowers like a fairy;About the meadows and streams and lakes 162 Hives and Homes. She drops them every step she takes,For she has too many to carry. And when June has set in the leafy trees Her bird-tunes all a ringing,Wherever a blossom nods in the breezeThe good, contented, cheerful bees Are found at work and singing. Ah
Ballads for little folk . HIVES AND HOMES. When March has gone with his cruel wind, That frightens back the swallow,And the pleasant April sun has shinedOut through her showery clouds, we findPale blooms in the wood and hollow. But after the darling May awakes, Bedecked with flowers like a fairy;About the meadows and streams and lakes 162 Hives and Homes. She drops them every step she takes,For she has too many to carry. And when June has set in the leafy trees Her bird-tunes all a ringing,Wherever a blossom nods in the breezeThe good, contented, cheerful bees Are found at work and singing. Ah, the wise little bees ! they know how to live, Each one in peace with his neighbor ;For though they dwell in a narrow hive,They never seem too thick to thrive,Nor so many they spoil their labor. And well may they sing a pleasant tune,Since their life has such completeness ; Their hay is made in the sun of June, And every moon is a honeymoon,And home a home of sweetness. The golden belts they wear each dayAre lighter than
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