WILD FLOWERS. 51 
“ 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. 
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 ? 
