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garden gossip.
A tear and a smile in her loving look lay,
While the light-wingéd gossip went whirring away.
While the light-wingéd gossip went whirring away.
"I will tell you a secret!" the honey-bee said,
And the young lily lifted her beautiful head;
"The violet thinks, with her timid blue eye,
To pass for a blossom enchantingly shy,
But for all her sweet manners, so modest and pure,
She gossips with every gay bird that sings to her.
And the young lily lifted her beautiful head;
"The violet thinks, with her timid blue eye,
To pass for a blossom enchantingly shy,
But for all her sweet manners, so modest and pure,
She gossips with every gay bird that sings to her.
"Now let me advise you, sweet flower! as a friend,
Oh! ne'er to such beings your confidence lend;
It grieves me to see one, all guileless like you,
Thus wronging a spirit so trustful and true:
But not for the world, love, my secret betray!"
And the little light gossip went buzzing away.
Oh! ne'er to such beings your confidence lend;
It grieves me to see one, all guileless like you,
Thus wronging a spirit so trustful and true:
But not for the world, love, my secret betray!"
And the little light gossip went buzzing away.
A blush in the lily's cheek trembled and fled;
"I'm sorry he told me," she tenderly said;
"If I mayn't trust the violet, pure as she seems,
I must fold in my own heart my beautiful dreams!"
Was the mischief well managed? Fair lady, is't true?
Did the light garden gossip take lessons of you?
"I'm sorry he told me," she tenderly said;
"If I mayn't trust the violet, pure as she seems,
I must fold in my own heart my beautiful dreams!"
Was the mischief well managed? Fair lady, is't true?
Did the light garden gossip take lessons of you?
