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You have heard of the fairies whose won­ derful wands Can turn into gold the dead leaves in our hands; Can change into castles the clay cottage homes, And for thatched roofs and chimneys give turrets and domes. There are fairies who into our secret souls creep, And open the doors where our silent hopes sleep ; There are fairies who promise, and fairies who tease ; There are fairies who threaten, and fairies who please; There are fairies of midnight and fairies of noon, But the fairiest fairy I know is the Moon.

We believe when she tells us that life should be glad, That the world is not weary, the sea is not sad. With a halo of beauty the mountain she crowns;