Tell me, why the Ant
In summer’s plenty thinks of winter’s want?
By constant journey careful to prepare
Her stores, and bringing home the corny ear,
By what instruction does she bite the grain?
Lest, hid in earth, and taking root again,
It might elude the foresight of her care.[503]
Thus Watts, also:
They don’t wear their time out in sleeping or play;
But gather up corn in a sunshiny day,