TH K FAIKV’S SEAKCII 
37 
“ ’Tis meet they spend their sweet lives iliere. 
“ They’re dear to all, the young 1 and gav, 
“ The aged, in their wintry day, 
“ The happy, in their blissful mood, 
“ The sorrowing, when their griefs intrude ; 
“ Oh, let these beauteous products, then, 
“ Bloom ever round the haunts of men ; 
“ Let lowly cot and lordly hall 
“ And wide domain and garden small 
“ Receive the gentle guests ; and they, 
“ Henceforth shall rule with loftier swav ; 
“ For 1 am homeless now, my bower 
“ Is desolate, and I must dwell 
“ By turns with every beauteous flower 
“ That blooms around—a mystic spell, 
“ A high and holy charm shall be 
“ Their recompense who shelter me ; 
“ Round each and all this gift shall live 
“ E’en after they have ceas’d to give 
“ The wandering Fay a home. 
“ But ever, in fond memory 
“ Of my own chosen flowers, 
“ looses of every hue shall own 
“ A spell of deeper powers ; 
“ The charm I give to them shall cast 
“ Its magic over every heart 
“ And hold sweet influence there, and last 
“ ’Til life itself depart; 
“ And holy spirits, when they grieve 
“ O’er those who .stray from virtue’s track, 
“ Shall bless the spells that Roses weave 
“ And choose them as their messengers 
“ To call the wanderers back.” 
