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8 Bees, on banks of thyme disporting.

Sip the sweets, and hail the dawn.

Warbling birds, the day proclaiming,

Carol sweet the lively strain;

They forsake their leafy dwelling,

To secure the golden grain.

See, content, the humble gleaner.

Take the scattered ears that fall;

Nature, all her children viewing,

Kindly bounteous, cares for all.

FINIS.