A Tea-Party

You see, merry Phillis, that dear little maid, Has invited Belinda to tea; Her nice little garden is shaded by trees,— What pleasanter place could there be?

There's a cake full of plums, there are strawberries too, And the table is set on the green; I'm fond of a carpet all daisies and grass,— Could a prettier picture be seen?

A blackbird (yes, blackbirds delight in warm weather,) Is flitting from yonder high spray; He sees the two little ones talking together,— No wonder the blackbird is gay.