THE FAIRY'S SEARCH. 17 



The pallid beings doom'd to dwell 



"Within the gloomy bound. — Ah ! they 



Who gladly hail each new-born day 



From some sweet home on hill or plain, 



Who rove at will by pleasant streams, 



Know little of the weary pain, 



The moody thoughts and feverish dreams 



Of those whose artificial life 



Is pass'd 'mid busy care and strife ; 



Who toil, from murky morn to night, 



In darken'd shops or gloomy lanes, 



Scarce knowing whether Summer's light 



Or Winter's darkness reigns. 



They ne'er can feel the pulse and heart 



To rapture's thrilling measure start 



In Nature's genial hours ; 



They ne'er can feel Spring's balmy air 



Float round them, with its perfume rare 



And joy-bestowing powers ; 



To them the ever-varying year, 



With all its changes that beguile. 



Presents one aspect dull and drear. 



One face without a smile. 



The w andering Fairy staid her flight 

 Near a low dweUing — with a light 

 And noiseless tread she trac'd her way 

 O'er creaking step, and passage grey 

 With the dark hues of Time. 

 She gain'd at length a humble room 

 Whose cheerless air of sombre gloom 

 Might well befit the lonely cell 

 Where world-forgetting hermits dwell; 



