Religion & morality > Poem on the creation of the world, or, A meditation on the wonderful operation of the divine hand

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The little, yet the great laborious Bee
Is Angular for its great Induftry,
In Summer (hews fuch Diligence and Care,
It wings its Way thro’ tradlefs Paths of Air;
Some diftant Miles out from its little Dome,
In quell ofFlowers throughout the Fields doth
roam;
From all the various Flowers it lights upon,
Of differentTalle, it nothing fucks but one;
"Their Tafte however vaftly oppolite, 7
Is1 by the Genius of the Bee unite, C
Who from the bitter Hill doth fuck the fweet. >
When fully freighted, then it doth go home
With all its Store in to the Honey-comb,
And /'or the Work the littlcr Bee hath there,
Excels the greateft Artill to compare.
Thus I’ve given now a brief Relation
Of fome few Creatures of the wing’d Creation,
Infift what need I further on this Theme, >
When all of them at once aloud proclaim 5-
Greatnefs unto their great Creator’s Name, j
And on this Day the Fowls they did polfefs,
This World alone in greateft Quietnefs,
Some in the Bu(h, fome in the open Air,
Free from the Fowler’s Gin and fubtile Snare.
But as the Fowls that fly in Air above,
Even fo the Fi(h that in the Deeps do move,
From facred Writ we are allur’d that they
Created were alfo on the fifth Day.
As for the Waters wonderful of Spring,
That divine Power did there to Being bring';
Who’s he again that’s able to declare,
Or fpeak of all the Creatures that are there >
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