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Cupid’s Garden.
O chaste and sweet are the flowers that blow
In Cupid’s Garden fair;
Shy Pansies for thoughts in clusters grow,
And Lilies pure and rare.
Violets white, and Violets blue,
And budding Roses red,
With Orange-bloom of tend’rest hue
Their fragrance gently spread.
In Cupid’s Garden fair;
Shy Pansies for thoughts in clusters grow,
And Lilies pure and rare.
Violets white, and Violets blue,
And budding Roses red,
With Orange-bloom of tend’rest hue
Their fragrance gently spread.
Other voices, which seemed to belong to the lads and lasses in the garden, joined in the chorus:—
Love is born of the Lily and Rose,
Love in a garden springs;
With maidens pure and bright it grows,
And in all hearts it sings.
Love in a garden springs;
With maidens pure and bright it grows,
And in all hearts it sings.
Love lies Bleeding with Maiden’s Blush,
Sighing Forget-me-not;
While the Gentle Heart with crimson flush
Peeps from its cooling grot.
Sighing Forget-me-not;
While the Gentle Heart with crimson flush
Peeps from its cooling grot.
