Ballads for little folk . A SERMON FOR YOUNG FOLKS. Dont ever go hunting for pleasures —They cannot be found thus I know ; Nor yet fall a-digging for treasures,Unless with the spade and the hoe ! The bee has to work for the honey,The drone has no right to the food, And he who has not earned his moneyWill get out of his money no good. The ant builds her house with her labor,The squirrel looks out for his mast, And he who depends on his neighborWill never have friends, first or last. In short, tis no better than thieving,Though thief is a harsh name to call ; Good things to be always receiving,A
Ballads for little folk . A SERMON FOR YOUNG FOLKS. Dont ever go hunting for pleasures —They cannot be found thus I know ; Nor yet fall a-digging for treasures,Unless with the spade and the hoe ! The bee has to work for the honey,The drone has no right to the food, And he who has not earned his moneyWill get out of his money no good. The ant builds her house with her labor,The squirrel looks out for his mast, And he who depends on his neighborWill never have friends, first or last. In short, tis no better than thieving,Though thief is a harsh name to call ; Good things to be always receiving,And never to give back at all. And do not put off till to-morrow The thing that you ought to do now, A Sermon. 87 But first set the share in the furrow,And then set your hand to the plough. The time is too short to be waiting,The day maketh haste to the night, And it s just as hard work to be hatingYour work as to do it outright. Know this, too, before you are older,And all the fresh morning is gone, Who puts to the worl
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