RETURN OF HAPPINESS. 241 
And Thomson gives us a glimpse of a “ fair 
and bonnie spot,’’ where fairies might hold their 
revels : 
Seek the bank where flowering elders crowd, 
Where, scattered wide, the lily of the vale 
Its balmy essence breathes, where cowslips hang 
The dewy head, where purple violets lurk, 
With all the lovely children of the shade. 
Wordsworth, who delights to wander ’mid 
the green and flowery fields, to explore the val- 
ley, or scale the mountain’s loftiest height, has 
not forgotten this sweet flower : 
That shy plant,—the lily of the vale, 
That loves the ground, and from the sun withholds 
Her pensive beauty, from the breeze her sweets. 
And at this season the nightingale quits our 
hedges and bushes, and seeks his consort in the 
depths of the forest, where the echo in the 
solitude answers to his voice. Guided by the 
perfume of the lily of the valley, this charming 
bird soon chooses his retreat. There it cele- 
brates, in its melodious song, the delights of 
solitude and of love; and the flower which 
every successive year announces to him the 
return -of happiness. 
The ‘ Naiad-like lily of the vale, whose 
tremulous bells are seen through their pavilions 
of tender green,” should form a part of every 
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