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Show rz i TELLING THE BEES. Out of the honse where the sbimberer lay, Grandfather came one summer day, And under the pleasant orchard trees, lie spake this w ise to the murmuring bees: "The clover bloom that kissed her feet And the posie ted where she used to play ' Have honey store, but none so sweet As ere our little one went away. O bees, sin; soft and bees, sing low, For she is gono who loved you so!" A wonder fell on the listening bees, Vnder these pleasant orchard trees, And in their toil that summer day Ever their murmuring seemed to say: "Child, O Child, the grass is cool And the posies are waking to hear the song Of the bird that swings by the shaded pool, Waiting for one that tarrieth long!"' Tivas so they called to the little one then, As if to call her back again. O gentle bees, I have come to say That grandfather fell asleep today. And we know by the smile on grandfather's face lie has found lus dear one's hioing place, bo bee sing soft, and bees sing low, As over tiie honey fields you sweep: ' To the trees abloom and the flowers ublow King of grandfather fast asleep. And ever beneath these orchard trees Fii.d cheer and shelter, gentle bees. A'ugene field. |