The wounds which now each moment bleed, Each moment then shall close, And tranquil days shall still succeed To nights of calm repose. O fairy elf! but grant me this, This one kind comfort send; And so may never-fading bliss So may the glow-worm's glimmering light And be thy acorn goblet fill'd With heaven's ambrosial dew, From sweetest, freshest flow'rs distill'd, And what of life remains for me THE FAIRY'S ANSWER. BY THE MARGRAVINE OF ANSPACH. WITHOUT preamble, to my friend I dare not hesitate to say Though I have trembled all the day, Last night's adventure is my theme; Must make you own the matter such, Fair Luna shone serenely bright, While Zephyr fann'd the trees; Save that yon stream, which murmuring flows, Still echo'd to the breeze. Enwrapt in solemn thoughts I sate, Yet void of hope or fear; When lo! behold an airy throng, A form superior to the rest His little voice to me addrest, 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 know her wit and beauty too, I cannot understand. "To light some flames, and some revive, To keep some others just alive, Full oft I am implor'd: But, with peculiar power to please, To supplicate for nought but ease,— 'Tis odd upon my word! "Tell her, with fruitless care I've sought, And though my realms, with wonder fraught, In remedies abound, No grain of cold indifference Was ever yet ally'd to sense, In all my fairy round. "The regions of the sky I'd trace, Each leaf, each herb, each flower, "I would be generous as I'm just, But I obey, as others must, Those laws which Fate has made: My tiny kingdom how defend, "Twould put your mind into a rage, I dare not change a first decree, Such is the lot of beauty!" This said, he darted o'er the plain, No glimpse of him I find: But sure I am, the little sprite These words, before he took his flight, Imprinted on my mind. CONTENT. A VISION. BY DR. COTTON. MAN is deceiv'd by outward show- I dreamt ('twas on a birth-day night) Where Brussels looms adorn'd the wall; |