FAIRY SONG.

Slowly o’er the mountain’s brow

Rosy light is dawning;

See! the stars are fading now

In the beam of morning.

Yonder soft approaching ray

Bids us, Fairies, haste away.

Fairy guardians, watching o’er

Flowers of tender blossom,

Chilling damps descend no more,

And the flow’ret’s bosom,

Opening to th’ approaching day,

Bids ye, Fairies, haste away.

Hark! the lonely bird of night

Stays its notes of sadness;

Early birds, that hail the light,

Soon shall wake to gladness.

Philomel’s concluding lay

Bids us follow night away.

Ye that guard the infant’s rest,

Or watch the maiden’s pillow;—

Demons seek their home unblest

’Neath Ocean’s deepest billow:

Harmless now the dreams that play

O’er slumbering eyes, then haste away.

Farewell lovely scenes, that here

Wait the day god’s shining;

We must follow Dian’s sphere

O’er the hills declining.

Brighter comes the beam of day—

Haste ye, Fairies, haste away.

G.J.