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Fairy Homes.
I've found at last the hiding-place
Where the fairy people dwell,
And to win the secrets of their race
I hold the long-sought spell.
Where the fairy people dwell,
And to win the secrets of their race
I hold the long-sought spell.
With the woodland fairies I can talk,
I can list their silvery lays;
Oh! pleasant in a lonely walk
Is the company of fays.
I can list their silvery lays;
Oh! pleasant in a lonely walk
Is the company of fays.
No fabled fancy 'tis to me,
For in every floweret's bell
Is a tiny chamber, where I see
A gentle fairy dwell.
For in every floweret's bell
Is a tiny chamber, where I see
A gentle fairy dwell.
And at my bidding forth they come,
To soothe me or to cheer,
And to tell me tales of fairydom
With voices soft and clear.
To soothe me or to cheer,
And to tell me tales of fairydom
With voices soft and clear.
Full many a beauteous lesson, too,
Their rosy lips can teach;
Great men would wonder if they knew
How well the fairies preach!
Their rosy lips can teach;
Great men would wonder if they knew
How well the fairies preach!
When thoughts of sorrow sadden me,
They seem to sympathize,
And gaze upon me lovingly,
With tender earnest eyes;
They seem to sympathize,
And gaze upon me lovingly,
With tender earnest eyes;
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But when a tide of joyous glee
Is bringing song and smile,
Then brightly they look up to me,
And laugh with me awhile.
Is bringing song and smile,
Then brightly they look up to me,
And laugh with me awhile.
Oh! lovely are the floweret homes
Of these sweet summer fays;
God's thoughts of beauty taking form
To gladden mortal gaze.
Of these sweet summer fays;
God's thoughts of beauty taking form
To gladden mortal gaze.
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