Still we seek our Fairy! Lovelit eyes and laughter airy! Even than a Fairy? Nov. 22, 1891. [Pg 65] Ridicule no more affrights him: Newer sport delights him. Ever frolicking and funning— Hark! The noise is stunning! Realise Life’s sober sadness. Elves were made for gladness! [Pg 66] [Pg 66] [Pg 67] [Pg 67] A SONG OF LOVE. A SONG OF LOVE. That lures the bird home to her nest? To cuddle and croon it to rest? Till it cooes with the voice of the dove?
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