To a Honey Bee

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ent protection. If Poland breaks down before Bolshevism we may have cause for alarm. Once it seizes and conquers Germany, with the aid of foes within and without, Europe will witness the rise on its horizon of a danger that will be more menacing to the peace of the world than the world has ever before known. Our blindness in localizing Bolshevism, within the confines of Russia, in the same unpreparedness with which at first we toiled to visualize the extent and meaning of the late war, will be apparent. The whole world, in the phraseology of the street, should sit up and take notice.

To a Honey Bee

Inhabitant of yonder citadel, How through the balmy air You wheel your flight from bell to flowery bell, Along the valley there.

No vulgar haunt is thine, nor idle hour, From morn to dewy eve You linger where the sego lilies flower, And blue bells interweave.

Or where the wild rose, blushing pink and red, Climbs 'cross th*e stony hills, Or the sweet daisy lifts its dainty head, Among the daffodils. And he who in our ways doth interpose, Guides thee from glen to glen, And, laden with the nectar of the rose, Brings thee safe home again.

Give me to drink, God of my destiny, "While heaven smiles above, From the white, spotless flower of chastity, And the red rose of love; That when the sunset gates unfold to me, And twilight shadows come, I may go laden like the honey bee, Acrosss the silver foam. Theo. E. Curtis