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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,

                        Half parson-like, half soldierly.

The sweet-faced maidens trembled, with pretty, pinky blushes,

Convinced that it was wicked to listen to the thrushes;

And when that shady afternoon, I chanced that way to pass,

They hung their little bonnets down and looked into the grass.

                        All because the buff-coat Bee

                        Lectured them so solemnly—

                        "Vanity, oh, vanity!

                        Young maids, beware of vanity!"