So whate'er cold reasons thoughts instil, Nor beneath our scope in joy to hope One heart that truly loves is worth The earth, the ocean's treasureThe hollow tones of transient mirth Give no such lasting pleasure; What better toast Then can we boast, Or with greater joy be drinking, That while we live And have the power of thinking, If light and joy around us shine, If our love be placed with truth and taste, LINES. As the streamlet to its fountain But calmly from its birth-place The flood still loves to flowWhile man's rough path is clouded With bitterness and woe. And as that stream flows onward, So cares, on man's brief journey, As the stream of life flows onward, They never will depart! THE MEETING OF THE FAIRIES. Time-MIDNIGHT. Scene-A VALLEY FIRST FAIRY. BRING flowers! bring flowers! Refreshened by showers, And glowing with bloom. Ye'll gather the fairest In bower and shade, The sweetest, the rarest The soonest to fade! The violets blooming, Where none else are found The moss rose perfuming The desert around; Oh, seek them wherever Hath ventured to tread. The QUEEN of the FAIRIES She chooses the valley Where flowers are born, Her forces to rally, Ere peeping of morn. CHORUS OF FAIRIES. Where the sweetest flowers dwell Where ourselves are wont to creep QUEEN OF THE FAIRIES. In the midnight time, by the calm moonlight, Our fairy hearts take a rich delight; We wander forth, and we feel a deep bliss, We feel the purest, the deepest delight, And by man's silent couch our vigils keep, |