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Second Fairy's Song. I have caught the tints that deck The proud peacock's tail and neck; I have caught the many rays Of the opal's changeful blaze; I have mixed a thousand hues From the rainbow's arch of dews; Here is blent each changeful thing For the wild heart's wandering: For thy cool and pleasant shade, This shall be thy meed, young maid.

Oh! not for me, oh! not for me Is the heartless spell of inconstancy. There yet is a well; one trial more, Sure, that has a better prize in store. She knelt again, and on the well A simple wreath was visible.

Third Fairy's Song. I have been to the low dell, Where the sweetest violets dwell; I have been to the lone vale, Where there droops the lily pale: Sweet and pure, they are bound With a myrtle bough around— Myrtle, for its leaves are seen Even in the winter green: If true love be sought by thee, Maiden, this thy meed shall be.

My spell is done, my prize is won; True love! thou hast equal none; True love! who could choose for thee Gold or gems or vanity? Where is the spell whose charm will prove, Like the spell of thy charm, true love?L. E. L.