Song 20. Against Idleness and Mischief. |
1 How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower! 2 How skilfully she builds her cell! How neat she spreads the wax! And labours hard to store it well With the sweet food she makes. 3 In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too: For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. 4 In books, or work, or healthful play Let my first years be past, That I may give for every day Some good account at last.
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