I pity the girl,

In society's whirl,

Who's troubled with matter-of-factness.

A pink is a beautiful flower in its way,

But rosebuds and violets are charming,

Men don't wear the same boutonniére every day.

Taste changes.—Flirtation alarming!

If e'er we complain,

You then may refrain,

Your eyes of their arrows disarming.

Ah, Nellie, be sensible; Pr'ythee, give heed

To counsel a victim advances;

Your eyes, I acknowledge, will make our hearts bleed,

Pierced through by love's magical lances.

But better that fate

Than in darkness to wait;

Unsought by your mischievous glances.

ZWEI KONIGE AUF ORKADAL.

 from the german.

from the german.

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