THE FAIRY’S SEARCH. 
To such the Earth is ever fair, 
To such its fields and flowers 
Still wear the hues of beauty bright, 
The radient charm, the glorious light 
That shone on Eden’s bowers ; 
And such, however low their lot, 
However circumscrib’d the spot 
They call their home, may walk the Earth, 
Proud in the consciousness of worth, 
And freely claim a kindred tie 
With the angelic host on high. 
A strange, a sad and solemn sight 
Now meets the Fairy’s gaze, 
It seemeth as if sudden night 
Had veil’d the noon-tide’s blaze. 
Low, dark and gloomy are the walls, 
From whence the noisome moisture falls: 
A heap of straw the only bed 
For the unhappy captive spread; 
A tatter’d garb his sole array 
To keep the chilling damps away ; 
His shrunken limbs, in fetters bound. 
Move not without a clanking sound 
That echoes dismally around. 
But e’ en in this degraded state, 
He shows a lingering remnant yet 
Of feelings meet for happier fate. 
Crouch’d on the floor, just where a ray 
Of sickly sun-shine makes its way 
Thro’ grating small, his fingers clasp, 
With energy’® convulsive grasp, 
A few frail flowers. How they had found 
