the FAIRY’S SEARCH. 
And heighten’d charms it sought to hide. 
A cluster of white Roses lay 
Upon her bosom’s snowy vest, 
And well the graceful things became 
Their beauteous place of rest. 
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In truth it was a holy sight 
To see that youthful maiden there, 
With heart so fond and hopes so bright, 
With form and soul alike so fair, 
Breathing in accents, firm though low. 
Affection’s sweetest, holiest vow. 
Ah ! wedlock is a hallow’d ray 
That cheers us on our pilgrim way ; 
That adds to bliss a brighter beam 
And softens even sorrow’s dream. 
That sacred fetter of the heart 
Is dear in Hymen’s early hours, 
When Earth still wears its Eden-light 
And life is yet a feast of flowers; 
But better, loftier, holier far 
Is the fond tie in later years, 
When it becomes the changeless star 
That guides us thro’ “ a vale of tears.” 
Then, like the rain-bow’s brilliant dye’s. 
It brightens e’en the stormiest skies. 
The vows are said; the twain are one ; 
The bridal band has turn’d away 
Like some bright dream, when sleep is gone, 
Fades now the vision gay. 
The Fairy, who, with tearful eye, 
Had mark’d the solemn rite, 
