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Show ODtRON'S LA3I COUNCIL. J, on soma wooiuan 1 lawu, you see a ring T il-irker u-jc u;joa the paler irriww The strange green growth which children as they pius Still toll each other Is a fnlry thing ft by the Elves o'er nljht-let your soul cling To thi' sweet thought that there the Elt King Hft-S V."l;h ull his crew at dawn; but that, alas! Dicy met there for their last, tout leathering, For they an; dead; and though the sunshine atiU Dances in Hecks, o dance t!ie leavei above, Ami still the squirrel nibbles and t'e mouse. The little folk are gone who used to fill Th hnsel copses where the wildwood dove With crow laid twigs still builds her little houso. Be called a last axsemlilj' of the Klvej. Hundreds of Fairies lu the fores: mat 'Neath ono huge onk tree Sprites of dry and wet. . Pixies and Imps, and every gnome that delves. And Oberon said: "We lurk by tens and twelves, Starved In the woods Man's faith -our food as vet - Feeds us r.o more; the fairies' sun has set; We ore but shadows of our former selves. " 'Tls i lino to leave the woods and to depart. When faith quite ends (so say t'ue hltfli decrees) Theu death will strike um with his Icy dart. Lorx have we nestled In the hearts al trees; t'ow we must nestle in Che poet's heart The only place In which we ne er sh.ill freese." Eugene ljr-e Hamilton lu Acsjlrniy. |