the queen bee.
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The Queen Bee.
The good Queen sits in her easy chair,
On her lips I see a dreamy smile,
As she glances at the papers near—
The children's papers—a goodly pile;
And tender thoughts are in her heart
As she scans each youthful writer's name,
Picturing to herself, in part,
The dear young aspirants to fame.
Perchance she thinks of a future year,
When the writers are men and women grown,
And names that now in her "corner" appear
May have a significance all their own;
Names that first were proudly seen
In the "Children's Columns," when
Ambition first was born, I ween,
In the hearts of the little women and men.
And she thinks, maybe, of years ago,
When she was as eager for the fight;
And her heart is full as she thinks also
Of the disappointed ones to-night.
She knows how hard it is to climb;
She knows how false are the hopes of youth;
And she knows that there will come a time
When her dear young people will prove its truth
And so with a sigh she turns once more
To the pile of papers lying there,
For she knows that when her task is o'er
The few will rejoice, the many despair.
On her lips I see a dreamy smile,
As she glances at the papers near—
The children's papers—a goodly pile;
And tender thoughts are in her heart
As she scans each youthful writer's name,
Picturing to herself, in part,
The dear young aspirants to fame.
Perchance she thinks of a future year,
When the writers are men and women grown,
And names that now in her "corner" appear
May have a significance all their own;
Names that first were proudly seen
In the "Children's Columns," when
Ambition first was born, I ween,
In the hearts of the little women and men.
And she thinks, maybe, of years ago,
When she was as eager for the fight;
And her heart is full as she thinks also
Of the disappointed ones to-night.
She knows how hard it is to climb;
She knows how false are the hopes of youth;
And she knows that there will come a time
When her dear young people will prove its truth
And so with a sigh she turns once more
To the pile of papers lying there,
For she knows that when her task is o'er
The few will rejoice, the many despair.
