To bear to them this sacred trust.
WHAT HAPPENED IN THE GARDEN.
The morning-glory lay rolled up in the bud down under the leaves. One day it bloomed.
The firm stem held it up, the bud unrolled, and the blossom stood there, fresh and fair.
The bees saw it from afar, and came as fast as they could.
They flew to the pink corolla, and, entering, enjoyed the feast spread for them.
The morning-glory, because of their coming, had filled the nectar cups and opened the boxes of snow-white pollen.
One after the other the bees came, drank the nectar, and carried away the pollen. As fast as the cups were emptied they were filled again.