human
Poor little bees, [142] he said, with a sigh,
gpt
What will become of you during the winter? He thought of his own convent, and he wept. Suddenly he heard a noise coming from the mountain, then he perceived a vigorous swarm humming above his head; and, in a moment, the bees of the valley had come forth to greet their sisters of the hill. All together entered the hive, and set to work with joyful hum. Towards the close of the day Brother Albéric lifted the basket. It was heavy, and already half full.
human
God be praised, said he.
gpt
The future of the hive is assured. As he awoke, at dawn, he heard a voice saying to him,
human
Do as the bees of the valley, and your work shall live.