A Quote by Henry Van Dyke

Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my bees." Golden were the hives, and golden was the honey; golden, too, the music, Where the honey-makers hummed among the trees.
God made men by baking them in an oven, but he forgot about the first batch, and that's how Black people were born. And then he was so anxious about the next batch, he took them out of the oven too soon, so that's how White people were made. But the third batch he let cook until they were golden-golden-golden, and, honey, that's you and me.
I dreamt -- marvellous error! -- that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.
Hebe's here, May is here! The air is fresh and sunny; And the miser-bees are busy Hoarding golden honey.
O happy, golden age! Not for that rivers ran With streams of milk, and honey dropped from trees
We are the bees of the invisible. We madly gather the honey of the visible to store it in the great golden hive of the invisible.
Like bees around honey. Why are bees so attracted to honey, since they make it? It can only be vanity.
Whatever has made, or does make, or may make music, should be held sacred as the golden bridle-bit of the Shah of Persia's horse,and the golden hammer, with which his hoofs are shod.
Were all on a golden journey-every one of us. A journey inspired by golden dreams, and at the end awaits a golden crown of righteousness....please remember that every step is to be cherished. Every single one.
Dripping rain like golden honey- And the sweet earth flying from the thunder
One thing I've learned - and I've said this to Republicans and Democrats - is, bees cannot sting and make honey at the same time. They have to make a choice. Either they are going to be a stinger or a honey-maker, and I contend that honey is a symbol of legislation and, the nuclear language used by members is the stinger, and you can't do both.
He is not worthy of the honey-comb, that shuns the hives because the bees have stings.
I'm not saying the 1970s was a golden age - I don't believe such a thing exists in art . . . It would be like talking about a golden age of science. But it's true that those were slightly more ideological times, and the relevance of artists wasn't established by their CVs but by their work.
Jerusalem the Golden, With milk and honey blest, eneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice oppressed.
I left the golden age of documentaries to go into the golden days of the 'CBS Evening News.' You could see that the audiences were eroding.
Stirless, I stand at the window, and in the black bowl of the sky glows like a golden drop of honey the mellow moon
Here come the hum the golden bees Underneath full blossomed trees, At once with glowing fruit and flowers crowned.
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