48 VOICE OF FLOWERS. 



GOSSIP WITH A SPRING 

 BOUQUET. 



SPEAK, speak, sweet guests. 



Yes, ope your lips in words. 

 Tis my delight to talk with you, and fain 

 I d have an answer. I ve been long convinced 

 You understand me, though you do not 



choose 



To wear your bright thoughts on your finger 

 tips, 

 For all to sport with. 



Lily of the Vale, 



And you, meek Violet, with your eyes of blue, 

 I call on you the first, for well I know 

 How prone such village maidens are, to hide 

 Their clear good sense among the city folks, 

 Unless well urged, and fortified to speak. 



O purple Pansy ! friend of earliest years, 

 You re always welcome. Have you never 

 heard 



