Wise in his folly—blameless in his sin;
The incarnation of a perfect soul;
A great and ever glorious demi-god!
Dar. Why, what have we in all our fairy land
To bear comparison with such a gift?
Zay. Oh! for one hour of such a love as that;
O’er all things paramount! Why, after all,
That wicked world is the true fairy land!
Loc. Why, who can wonder that poor erring man
Clings to the world, all poisoned though it be,