Then whets, and claps its silver wings;
And, till prepared for longer flight,
Waves in its plumes the various light.
How well the skilful gard’ner drew
Of flow’rs and herbs the dial new,
Where from above the milder sun
Does through a fragrant zodiac run:
And, as it works, the industrious bee
Computes the time, as well as we.
How could such sweet and wholesome hours