THE BOUQUET. 



THE FAIRY'S SEARCH. 



BY MRS. EMELINE S. SMITH. 



The fragrant shade of a rose-clad bower 



Was a Fairy's chosen home, 



Where she gaily passed each summer hour 



With never a wish to roam; 



Her chief delight was to watch with care 



Each beautiful bud unfolding there. 



And to guard, from every blighting spell. 



The blossoms that she loved so well. 



Her presence was a magic charm 



That banished every power of harm ; 



No wandering footstep dare intrude 



To mar that pleasant solitude ; 



No mortal hand could pluck a flower 



That bloomed in that enchanted bower ; 



No evil influence could appear 



While she, the guardian, lingered near. 



But needful, as the breath of Spring 



