Through all the changes of life’s lot,
But oh! sad truth, we find thee not!
THE FALL OF THE FAIRIES.
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BY HENRY B. HIRST.
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The night was clear and cool and calm,
The evening wind, exhaling balm
From spicy Caribbean isles,
Through all the changes of life’s lot,
But oh! sad truth, we find thee not!
———
BY HENRY B. HIRST.
———
The night was clear and cool and calm,
The evening wind, exhaling balm
From spicy Caribbean isles,