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The wounds wbich now each moment bleed,
Each moment then shall close, And tranquil days shall still succeed
To nights of calm rep
O fairy elf! but grant me this,
This one kind comfort send; And so may never-fading bliss
Thy flow'ry paths attend !
So may the glow-worm's glimmering light
Thy tiny footsteps lead,
Unknown to mortal tread.
And be thy acorn goblet fill'd
With heaven's ambrosial dew,
That shed fresh sweets for you.
And what of life remains for me
I'll pass in sober ease;
Content bot half to please,
THE FAIRY'S ANSIVER.
BY TUE MARGRAVINE OF ANSPACH.
Without preamble, to my friend
Or give, if I am able!
It looks so like a fable
Last night's adventure is my theme;
Yet soon its high import
To be compos’d in sport.
Fair Luna shone serenely bright,
While Zephyr fann'd the trees;
Still ccho'd to the breeze.
Enwrapt in solemn thoughts I sate,
Yet void of hope or fear;
Surpris'd my eye and ear.
A form superior to the rest
And gently thus began: “ I've heard strange things from one of you, Pray, tell me if you think ’tis true;
Explain it if you can.
«Such incense has perfum'd my throne,
I think I guess the hand:
I cannot understand.
“ To light some flames, and some revive,
Full oft I am implor’d:
'Tis odd upon my word !
“Tell her, with fruitless care I've sought,
Io remedies abound,
In all my fairy round.
“The regions of the sky I'd trace,
Each leaf, each herb, each flower,
Or lull the restless hour.
“I would be generous as I'm just,
Those laws which Fate has made:
Should man my state invade?
'Twould put your mind, into a rage, And such unequal war to wage
Suits not my regal duty! I dare not change a first decree, She's doon'd to please, nor can be free
Such is the lot of beauty!”
This said, he derted o’er the plain,
No glimpse of him I find:
Imprinted on my mind.
BY DR. COTTON.
Man is deceiv'd by outward show-
I dreamt ('twas on a birth-day night)
As I was traversing the hall, Where Brussels looms adorn’d the wall;