HER eyes were bright and merry, She danced in the mazy whirl; She took the world in its sunshine, For she was a frivolous girl. She dressed like a royal princess, She wore her hair in a curl; The gossips said, "What a pity That she's such a frivolous girl!" (TWENTY YEARS LATER.) She's a wife, a mother, a woman, Grand, noble, and pure as a pearl; While the gossips say, "Would you think it, Of only a frivolous girl?" |