---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Curtis, Theodore E.
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 23
number: 5
published: 1920-03
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Curtis, Theodore E., "To a Honey Bee," *Improvement Era* 23, no. 5 (March 1920): 437.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2305unse
  transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers.
  identifier: improvementera2305unse
start_page: 437
end_page: 437
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1920-03)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2305unse
  publication_year: 1920
  note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1920, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# To a Honey Bee

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BOLSHEVISM                              437

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