The puritan Spring Beauties stood freshly clad for church;
A Thrush, white-breasted, o’er them sat singing on his perch.
“Happy be! for fair are ye!” the gentle singer told them,
But presently a buff-coat Bee came booming up to scold them.
    “Vanity, oh, vanity!
    Young maids, beware of vanity!”
    Grumbled out the buff-coat Bee,...