LINES IN PLEASANT PLACES.

VI.—Kew Gardens.

In the gardens at Kew It were certainly sweet To be wand'ring with you, Far from city and street; 'Twere the one thing, dear Nellie, my joy and content to complete In the gardens at Kew. In the gardens at Kew, If my way I might take By the water with you, Oh! how merry we'd make,— I am sure you would dote on the dear little ducks in the lake In the gardens at Kew. In the gardens at Kew, Having tea à la fraises, We would cheerfully stew 'Neath the fierce solar rays, And in "eloquent silence" you'd meet my affectionate gaze In the gardens at Kew. In the gardens at Kew We would sit in the shade For an hour or two, Without chaperone's aid, And your head on my shoulder (who knows?) might be lovingly laid In the gardens at Kew. In the gardens at Kew, Far away from the crowd, Though I'm longing for you, To stern Fate I have bowed: For it grieves me, dear Nellie, to tell you, "No dogs are allowed" In the gardens at Kew!