Part 1 — THE FAIRY’S HOME.
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Our home is far ’mid the greenwood trees,
Where the rose-bloom floats on the burden’d breeze,
Where the moon’s beams glance on the sleeping tide,
And the lily grows in its stainless pride.
There, deep in our flowery homes we dwell,
In the cavern’d shades of the fairy’s cell,
Where the sound of the wavelet’s ceaseless song,
Shall glad the ear of the fairy throng.
There calm as the blue of the “bending skies,”
Whose beauty may bless e’en fairy’s eyes;
We will pass those hours of careless glee,
Whilst the woods shall ring with our melody.
Our lamp shall be of the fire-fly’s light
That shines ’mid the gloom of the darksome night,
And led by its star-like rays we’ll roam
’Mid the scenes that grace our woodland home.
The notes of the song-bird echo there,
And are warbled again by our sisters fair;
And the tones of each pure and gentle thing,
Are voiced in the strains the fairies sing.
Away from the cares and toils of life,
No part have we in its scenes of strife,
But calm as the sleep of the tideless sea,
Our rest in our Fairy Home shall be.
S. H.
Philadelphia, January, 1841.