Classic Poem

To-day upon the hillside
I saw a golden fairy;
Her name is Rainbow-Shimmer,
But for you and me she's Mary.

For Mary is the mother
Of all sweet souls that be,
From the angels in heaven
To the best fish in the sea.

And of all sweet souls that are,
Fairies are the rarest,
And Mary was a star
Among the fairest.

She had a golden kingcup
Her little golden head,
For dress she had a daisy white
Just tipped with red.

She danced upon a clover leaf
Still ashine with dew
And the blue sky above was not
As her blue eyes so blue.

Her partner was a sunbeam,
A partner wild and wary,
Whose reel might even tire
The patience of a fairy.

Ah, how the two went dancing
Among the dewy clover;
I would that you were Mary
And I your sunbeam lover!

" Stop, Mary, stop, " I whispered,
" Be not so wild and wary,
I know a little lassie
Who'd dearly love a fairy! "

But in a twink she vanished,
The dewshine dance was over!
Ah, her twinkling laughter
With her sunbeam lover!

But, hush! Her hiding-place
Is not so far apart:
I'll tell you where it is, dear,
It's deep in Mother's heart.