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46
IN MY FAIRY GARDEN.
In my fairy garden
There are trees of gold,
On whose sparkling branches
Opal buds unfold;
Flowers of pearl and ruby
Meet the wond'ring sight;
Sands, beneath my footsteps
Gleam like stars of night!
Who would be a mortal?
Toiling but to gain
What at best is little—
And that little—vain.
There are trees of gold,
On whose sparkling branches
Opal buds unfold;
Flowers of pearl and ruby
Meet the wond'ring sight;
Sands, beneath my footsteps
Gleam like stars of night!
Who would be a mortal?
Toiling but to gain
What at best is little—
And that little—vain.
In my fairy grotto,
Perched on emerald stems,
Soft as polar rainbows—
Bright as living gems—
I have birds, whose music,
Sweet as Eden's own,
Floats around the garden
To my crystal throne!
Who would be a mortal?
Living but to find
Few the true in friendship—
And those few—unkind!
Perched on emerald stems,
Soft as polar rainbows—
Bright as living gems—
I have birds, whose music,
Sweet as Eden's own,
Floats around the garden
To my crystal throne!
Who would be a mortal?
Living but to find
Few the true in friendship—
And those few—unkind!
47
In my fairy palace
I 've a thousand slaves,
Who attend my summons,
If my hand but waves:
Silks of silver tissue
Bring they to my side;
Whilst I lean, 'mid odours,
Like an eastern bride!
Who would be a mortal?
Living but to know
That with all his knowledge,
Knowledge is but woe!
I 've a thousand slaves,
Who attend my summons,
If my hand but waves:
Silks of silver tissue
Bring they to my side;
Whilst I lean, 'mid odours,
Like an eastern bride!
Who would be a mortal?
Living but to know
That with all his knowledge,
Knowledge is but woe!
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