THE FAIRIES’ BOWER.
When the stars are watching high in Heaven,
And silence has thrown, with a magical power,
Her mystic spell o’er the face of even,
Thou may’st not come to the Fairies’ bower.
Though the star of thy fate shine lovely and bright,
And smile like a seraph just loosed from its sphere,
Yet visit not thou that bower by night,
For the spirits of evil are hovering there.
Though the seraph smile, and the voice of Love,