LITTLE birds who sing so much, 

 Teach me the secret of your art, 

 That my poor songs, like yours, may touch&quot; 

 Her heart ! 



Come from your flowery retreat, 



And in your song my message bear 

 To her, who is so gentle, sweet 



And fair! 



With sweetest songs, and pinions fleet, 



Fly to her window far away, 

 And her reluctant ear entreat, 



And say ; 



We bear Love s greetings on our wings 



Fond wishes, that this day renew 

 The happy flowers Memory brings 

 To you: 



That their sweet fragrance e er may bless 

 Your heart; charm all your tears away, 

 And bring you perfect happiness 



For aye &quot; 



