Hummer.

Hummer.
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Of course you’d wish to say at once,
“bee, don’t be a little dunco
And waste your golden days and months
In fazlly reviewing
The things you’re going to do, and how
Your hive with honey you’ll endow,
But bear in mind, O bee, that now Is the time for ‘doing.'”

Suppose a youth with idle hands
Should tell you all the splendid plans
Of which he dreams, the while the sande
Of life are flowing. flowing:
You’d wish to say to him, “O boy:
If you would resp your share of joy
You must discerningly employ
Your morning hours in sowing.”

He who would win must work! The prize
Is for the faithful one who tries
With loyal heart and hand; skies whose
With toll-crowned hopes are sunny.
And they who seek success to find
This homely truth must hear in mind:
“The ‘going to bees’ are not the kind
That fill the hise with honey.”-