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 
