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And star-like blossom, and ti'embling leaf. 
Awaits thy wishes in fear and grief. 
Has the Jasmine’s perfume become less sweet? 
Or the Woodbine frail 
Too eagerly flung her arms to greet 
The Summer gale ? 
Or has the Ceris-flower not blown ? 
Sweet guardian, why is thine anger shown ? ” 
Then the Faiiy besought the flowers to clear 
From their ghstening jJetals each dewy tear ; 
And unfold on the breeze each j^encilled leaf. 
For they had not the power to ease her giief: 
And she told them how long she had dwelt away 
From her home-land, vvhere sprite, and elf, and fay. 
Were her frolic-mates—and where sky and air 
Were brighter than ever earth’s flow’rets were : 
And she told them that much as she loved each face. 
Blooming around her in light and grace. 
Sometimes a sigh 
Would rise in her breast, a tear to her eye. 
As she thought on sweet Fairy-land’s glittering sky; 
For though the hue. 
To earthly view. 
Of many a bud seemed soft and blue. 
There was not one 
Which recalled to her eye the exquisite shade 
Of which Fairy-land’s radiant heaven was made. 
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