How nimbly each one nips the blade;
And, as the rain-drops trickle o’er
Them, how intent they mind their trade.
Their life-time’s short, but sweet content
Ne’er fails them: on and on they pass,
And as they wander innocent-
Ly yield, and aid the growing grass.
When Dame Aurora steeps the main
With her resistless flood of light,
They’re up, and at their trade again,