a visit to the bee's cot.
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POEMS FOR THE YOUNG.
A Visit to the Bee's Cot.
BUSY BEE SOCIETY.
From the blinding glare of sunshine,
And over-powering heat,
We found in the hospital garden
A cool and sweet retreat;
And over-powering heat,
We found in the hospital garden
A cool and sweet retreat;
And one little lassie lying
A picture of perfect ease,
In her canvas cot, on the greensward
Screened by the sheltering trees.
A picture of perfect ease,
In her canvas cot, on the greensward
Screened by the sheltering trees.
Following our kind conductress,
We entered the open door,
Passed down the spacious passage,
With its well-waxed shining floor,
We entered the open door,
Passed down the spacious passage,
With its well-waxed shining floor,
And pictured walls, to the staircase,
Which led to the ward, where we
Found the patient we were seeking—
The charge of the "Busy Bee."
Which led to the ward, where we
Found the patient we were seeking—
The charge of the "Busy Bee."
She lay by the open window
Through which the sweet breeze came,
Fanning her little wan, white face,
And emaciated frame.
Through which the sweet breeze came,
Fanning her little wan, white face,
And emaciated frame.
