THE FAIRY’S SEARCH. 
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“ Hope for the lost! high hope for one 
“ Who long hath been the child of sin; 
“ One strain of memory’s music tone 
“ May back to peace a wanderer win ! 
“ There, let my precious flow’rets lie 
“ Long, long before her tearful eye : 
“ They wake 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 the 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 efforts of a rival train 
Who hasten past to win the meed 
