THE SILVER HILL.
Sport 'midst the lilies we alone outvie. Come, let us ask our royal father's leave.
O lovely daughter of a kingly sire, Whose glory that of other kings excels, As thou all other maidens dost surpass In beauty ; go, and to your father kneel ; We, your six sisters of one mother bom, Who love you as our lives, will follow thee.
[They cross over to the King.
O King and Father ! greatest of thy race,
Lord of this palace and of Fairy-land,
Whose might, like Meru's Mount, no power can shake ;
Behold your daughters suppliant at your feet.
We crave permission to descend to earth
To enjoy our pastime 'midst the shady bowers
That fringe the Lotus Lake, and, when fatigued,
Our glowing bodies in its waves to cool.
Go, if it please you, but, my daughters dear, Remember that the world where mortals dwell, Is not, like ours, exempt from accident. Be careful then ;athat bright intelligence Which to our highly gifted race belongs Exert, I charge you ; well each action weigh, And with all speed to this your home return.
Thanks, generous father ;ain the world of men
No lingering stay our nimble feet shall make,
But hasten back to Fairy-land and thee. [Exeunt.But hasten back to Fairy-land and thee. [Exeunt.