Have you been enjoying our nature poetry so far? We have many more excellent poems for you in the upcoming weeks. Our poem for this week warns us against idleness and mischief. If you have nothing to do then maybe trouble will come to you. Maybe that means you should go out and find something useful to do.
Against Idleness and Mischief
by Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower!
How skillfully she builds her cell!
How neat she spreads the wax!
And labours hard to store it well
With the sweet food she makes.
In works of labour or of skill,
I would be busy too;
For Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.
In books, or work, or healthful play,
Let my first years be passed,
That I may give for every day
Some good account at last.
what a very beautiful poem, accompanied with such beautiful image.
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DeleteI agree, the poem is very good. I'm glad I found it.
Great poem, people used to write them much more often
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