Easy Rhymes & Simple Poems. THE BEE. I LOVE to see I love to watch the hive; They linger not, It makes them all alive. We see their skill, How with good-will They do their work attend; Each little cell Is shaped so well That none their work can mend. Now in, now out, Both where to go And what it has to do. 'Midst summer heat, It gathers while it may, And never stops To waste its time in play. I hear it come I know its hum, It flies from flower to flower; And to its store A little more It adds each day and hour. Just so should I My heart apply, My proper work to mind; Look for some sweet In all I meet, And store up all I find. ANONYMOUS. EVENING PRAYER. ERE on my bed my limbs I lay, say. O Lord, preserve my mother dear, ន |