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DON'T SAY ONE THING AND MEAN ANOTHER. |
 | Letters of Laura D'Auverne |  |
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DON'T SAY ONE THING AND MEAN ANOTHER.
The little lane,—the greenwood lane,—
Where Mary dwelt, was gay with singing;
For brook and bird, in many a strain,
Down vale and moor their notes were flinging.
But Mary's heart was deaf to song,
No longer she her tears could smother;
For she had learnt,—at last,—'twas wrong
To say one thing and mean another!
Where Mary dwelt, was gay with singing;
For brook and bird, in many a strain,
Down vale and moor their notes were flinging.
But Mary's heart was deaf to song,
No longer she her tears could smother;
For she had learnt,—at last,—'twas wrong
To say one thing and mean another!
'Tis right,—'tis due, when hearts are true,
To show that heart without deceiving,
And not to speak, in idle freak,
To try if one's the power of grieving!
In Mary's heart, and Mary's mind,
She loved one youth,—and loved no other;
But Mary's tongue was oft inclin'd
To say one thing and mean another!
To show that heart without deceiving,
And not to speak, in idle freak,
To try if one's the power of grieving!
In Mary's heart, and Mary's mind,
She loved one youth,—and loved no other;
But Mary's tongue was oft inclin'd
To say one thing and mean another!
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Would all might see how sweet 'twould be,
If truth alone their words directed;
How many a day might then be gay,
That passeth now in tears, dejected.
Would all might learn, and all discern,
That truth keeps longest, friend or brother:
Then maids be kind, and speak your mind,
Nor say one thing and mean another!
If truth alone their words directed;
How many a day might then be gay,
That passeth now in tears, dejected.
Would all might learn, and all discern,
That truth keeps longest, friend or brother:
Then maids be kind, and speak your mind,
Nor say one thing and mean another!
| Letters of Laura D'Auverne | |