TO A BEE. 1. THOU wert out betimes, thou busy, busy Bee! 2. Thou wert working late, thou busy, busy Bee! When the Primrose-of-evening was ready to burst, 3. Thou art a miser, thou busy, busy Bee! Still on thy golden stores intent, Thy summer in heaping and hoarding is spent What thy winter will never enjoy ; Wise lesson this for me, thou busy, busy Bee! 4. Little dost thou think, thou busy, busy Bee! What is the end of thy toil. When the latest flowers of the ivy are gone, And all thy work for the year is done, Thy master comes for the spoil. Woe then for thee, thou busy, busy Bee! Westbury, 1799. TO A SPIDER, 1. SPIDER thou need'st not run in fear about I won't humanely crush thy bowels out 2. Thou art welcome to a Rhymer sore-perplext, There's many a one who on a better text Then shrink not, old Free-Mason, from my view, As I will mine. 3. Weaver of snares, thou emblemest the ways Of Satan, Sire of lies; Hell's huge black Spider, for mankind he lays His toils, as thou for flies. When Betty's busy eye runs round the room, Woe to that nice geometry, if seen! But where is he whose broom The earth shall clean? 4. Spider! of old thy flimsy webs were thought, To emblem laws in which the weak are caught, 5. And is not thy weak work like human schemes And care on earth employ'd? Such are young hopes and Love's delightful dreams So does the Statesman, whilst the Avengers sleep, 6. Thou busy labourer! one resemblance more For, Spider, thou art like the Poet poor, Westbury, 1798. THE DESTRUCTION OF JERUSALEM. The rage of Babylon is roused, The King puts forth his strength; And Judah bends the bow And points her arrows for the coming war. Her walls are firm, her gates are strong, High are her chiefs in hope, For soon will Egypt send the promised aid. But who is he whose voice of woe Is heard amid the streets? Whose ominous voice proclaims Her strength and arms and promised succours vain. His meagre cheek is pale and sunk, Wild is his hollow eye, Yet aweful is its glance; And who could bear the anger of his frown? PROPHET of GOD! in vain thy lips Proclaim the woe to come; In vain thy warning voice Summons her rulers timely to repent! |