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There the Lory and Oriole glance on gay pinion,
There the regal Magnolia's snow-banners wave:—
'Tis the land of the high-hearted, proud Carolinian,
'Tis the land of the noble,—the bright, and the brave!
There the regal Magnolia's snow-banners wave:—
'Tis the land of the high-hearted, proud Carolinian,
'Tis the land of the noble,—the bright, and the brave!
GARDEN GOSSIP,
Accounting for the coolness between 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 listen'd last night,
While her sisters all slept in the holy moonlight,
To a zephyr that just had been rocking the rose,
Where, hidden, I hearken'd in seeming repose.
To a violet drooping her dew-laden head;
"The lily's in love! for she listen'd last night,
While her sisters all slept in the holy moonlight,
To a zephyr that just had been rocking the rose,
Where, hidden, I hearken'd 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;
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;
