FAIRIES—OR FIRE-FLIES.

Let's see. We believe in wings, We believe in the grass and dew, We believe in the moon—and other things, That may be true. But are there any? Talk low. (Look! What is that eery spark?) If there are any—why, there they go, Out in the dark.

Nay, speak no ill, but lenient be To others' failings as your own; If you're the first a fault to see, Be not the first to make it known; For life is but a passing day, No lip may tell how brief its span; Let's speak of all the best we can.