For but few of the most ardent seekers have succeeded in locating the habitation of the fairy kinglet, and the unsuccessful majority perforce exclaim with Wordsworth,
“Oh, blessed bird! The earth we pace
Again appears to be
An unsubstantial, fairy place,
That is fit home for thee!”
Juliette A. Owen.
THE CORN SONG.
Heap high the farmer’s wintry hoard!
Heap high the golden corn!
No richer gift has autumn poured