THE FAIPxY'S SEAKCH. 39 



And ye uho roam o'er daisied ground 



While Spring or Summer smiles around, 



And feel a bliss ^^ ords may not tell, 



Know that the Fairy's magic spell 



Is deepest in such place and time, 



And wakes that sense of joy sublime. 



Know, too, that a mysterious tie, 



A lofty bond of sympathy, 



Unites your spirits to the Fay, 



And this is why her charm an sway 



So potently your souls, for yet. 



No matter where her footsteps roam, 



She turns with memory's fond regret 



To her first beauteous home, 



And often pines, but pines in vain, 



Another one so dear to gain. 



Thus mortals, whatsoe'er their lot, 



Turn ever to the sacred spot. 



The first dear home that gave them birth 



And deem it briglitest of the Earth, 



And sigh that life no more can wear 



The blissful hues that deck'd it there. 



And now my pleasant task were done. 

 Save that there comes a thought of one 

 Who truly said " they write in vain 

 Who weave no moral with their strain ;' 

 And mine were little worth indeed 

 If wanting this. — To those who read 

 This simple tale, then, let me say. 

 Cherish and love the lowly things 

 That form the burden of my lay ; 

 For their sn eet lives, tho' brief as bright, 



