50 WILD FLOWERS. 
And, as gloomy thoughts stole on me, said, 
There is many a sweet blooming maid, 
Who will soon as dimly die. 
The Lily and Violet. 
“ I will tell you a secret! ” the honey-bee said, 
To a violet drooping her dew laden head; 
“ The lily’s in love! for she listened last night, 
While her sisters all slept in the holy moonlight, 
To a zephyr that just had been rocking the rose, 
Where, hidden, I hearkened in seeming repose. 
“ I would not betray her to any but you ; 
But the secret is safe with a spirit so true, 
It will rest in your bosom in silence profound.” 
The violet bent her blue eye to the ground; 
A tear and a smile in her loving look lay, 
While the light-winged gossip went whirring away, 
“ I will tell you a secret! ” the honey-bee said, 
And the young lily lifted her beautiful head; 
