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Chorus of Fairies.

First Fairy.
Stranger, away! the stars on high
Are rayless and dim,
And there is music in the sky,
'Tis the lark's sweet hymn.

Second.
There's a flower beside thee and the dewdrops hang on,
As if they were weeping the moon that is gone;

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On the brow of you mountain there glitters a ray,
'Tis the glance of the morning, the first smile of day.

Third.
On the mist we rode down from our mansions of blue,
With a cloud for our chariot, we bid thee adieu—
The sun beam'd upon us his last look of light,
The stars shone above, and the moonbeams were bright;
But they all are departed—their beauty is o'er:
Our charms they are broken—our spells are no more.

All.
Son of earth! farewell, thine eyes have seen
What never again they may see;
For no more in our revelry-bower of green
Will a spell for the wanderer be.
Uncharm'd is the sod
Where a mortal hath trod,
While weeps the midnight dew,
And Fairies no more
Will wander o'er
The place where we bid thee adieu.