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I 'll not wander with the bee , So begone , variety . This in youth should be our care , To improve for future years ; For if we flit from toy to toy , Chasing the painted bubble , joy , No real substance shall we find To nourish or improve the mind . Then I 'll not wander with the bee Since it leads to misery . And youth 's fair morn will vanish soon , And the bright sun grow dim at noon ; Trials will rise along the way , To cloud the dreary winter day ; Then I 'll not wander with the bee , So farewell , variety . Henriette Clinton ; Or , Reverses of Fortune . At the foot of the Alleghany Mountains stands the flourishing village of Hollidaysburg . On the banks of the blue Juniata , that winds on till it buries its waters in the rolling Susquehannah , stood the elegant mansion of Esquire Clinton , the village lawyer .