(Or from abroad.)
Within a vale, each infant year,
When earliest larks first
carol free,
To humble shepherds cloth appear
A wondrous maiden, fair to
see.
Not born within that lowly place-
From whence she wandered,
none could tell;
Her parting footsteps left no trace,
When once the maiden sighed
farewell.
And blessed was her presence there-
Each heart, expanding, grew
more gay;
Yet something loftier still than
fair
Kept mans familiar
looks away.
From fairy gardens, known to none,
She brought mysterious fruits
and flowers-
The things of some serener sun-
Some Nature more benign than
ours.
With each her gifts the maiden shared-
To some the fruits, the flowers
to some;
Alike the young, the aged fared;
Each bore a blessing back
to home.
Though every guest was welcome there,
Yet some the maiden held more
dear,
And culled her rarest sweets wheneer
She saw two hearts that loved
draw near.
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