Be nimble, and the weakest, in thine arms,
Gently convey to the warm cote; and oft,
Between the lark’s note and the nightingale’s
His hungry bleating still with tepid milk;
In this soft office may thy children join,
And charitable habits learn in sport;
Nor yield him to himself, ere the vernal airs
Sprinkle thy little croft with daisy flowers.
Another most agreeable token of the arrival of Spring is, that the bees,
“Pilgrims of Summer, who do bow the knee