Over hill, over dale,
Through bush, through brier,
Over park, over pale,
Through flood, through fire,
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see:
These be rubies, fairy favors--
In those freckles live their savors.
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
[Illustration: _From a Thistle Print, copyright by Detroit Publishing
Company_
LITTLE OLD MAN OF THE WOODS
FROM A PAINTING BY IRVING R. BACON]