When I think your love is mine;
And I know they are but seeming,
All the hopes that round me shine.
I have something sweet to tell you, but the secret you must keep,
And remember, if it isn’t right, “I’m talking in my sleep.”
What Will Mrs. Grundy Say?
Oh, fashion now is all the rage in houses, hoops, and dress;
And each must do what others do—they dare not think of less.
Mrs. Grundy is the queen of all mankind to-day;