And the destitute drudges, angry and sad,
Whom deft flower-mounting once fed and clad
Shall find redress a rarity.
Don't play at Reform, it you love your neighbour!
But well-to-do women, your "playing at Labour"
Works worse than playing at Charity!
Work? Well doubtless 'tis pleasant and "funny"
For well,—"just a little pocket-money,"
To ape the bees who must make the honey
Day in, day out, for a living.