THE FAIRY'S SEARCH. 



" Hope for the lost ! high hope for one 

 " Who long hath been the child of sin ; 

 " One strain of memory's nuisic tone 

 " May haclv to peace a wanderer win ! 

 *' There, let my precious flow'rets he 

 " Long, long before her tearfid eye : 

 " They v.ake repentance for the past 

 " And o'er the clouded future cast 

 " One ray of hope serene 

 " Perchance these simple things may be 

 " The heralds of a better day 

 " And by their holy ministry 

 " Lure back the lost to virtue's way." 



These words the wandering Fairy said 

 As from tiie mournful scene she fled. 

 But soon again her flight was stay'd 

 Beneath a Churchyard's sombre shade- 

 Alas, it is a solemn sight, 

 A graveyard in a city's bound. 

 So silent, sad and desolate. 

 While busy life is all around ! 

 It speaks so truly to the heart 

 Of being's vain and empty show ; 

 And seems to mock the fleeting part 

 We play while here below. 

 How hush'd and still the sleepers lie 

 While countless footsteps hurry by \ 

 How calm and tranquil all appear 

 While tumult, toil and strife are near ! 

 There sleep ambition's sons nor heed 

 The eflbrts of a rival train 

 Who hasten past to win the ineed 



