Out of the sweet old legenda, Beckous a white fair hand, And siWery, bell-like voieea Tall of an unknowu land ; Where magie rosei blossom In the Teiiin1 golden light, And the air is Inden with fragrauce Prom the lillies silver-wbite. The trees with their wavering branches, Murmur a fairy song, And the brooklet merrily dances As it ripples and gurgles along, And tender, enchantiag lovo-songs f'loat on the balniy breeze, And the heart's unspeakable longing By their niusic is set at ease. Would that my steps could reach it, That happy flowery strand ! For all my earthly afflictions Would cease in that fairy land. Oft in my dreams I seeit, In its glamour bright and fair, But with daylight's earliest glimmer It nuiislie into air. St.Jameê' Mayutinr.