Beekeeper

 

This a grand bright partnership
As the waving clover grows
And my little friends all busy
Gathering swiftly, Heaven knows.
And I slowly pace the hives
Measured help all dressed in mesh
Knowing Beulah Land's rich treasure
Gleams within those combs so fresh.
What a peerless manufacture 
What a mystic searching out
Workers buzz upon the airways
Mapped in magic by the Scout.
And I sense that God is smiling
As He sees me pace the field
With an eagerness to harvest
And to think on Mercy's yield.