CHILD OR FAIRY
’Tis good to be a Fairy-thing,
And flit about on gauzy wing;
To sleep in cradles made of flowers,
Or play through all the joyous hours.
For Fairies have no grief nor care,
Happy they are, and always fair,—
I suppose.
And yet ’tis better far to be
A little human child like me,
With lessons hard and tasks to do,
And sometimes little troubles, too.
For I have Mother’s tender kiss,
And nothing is so good as this,—
Every one knows!