Lydia Maria Child,
The Magician's Show Box, and Other Stories
“ Enter LISA. FAIRIES sing. All hail to our queen! Now sing us a song, While we rest in the shadows, all lying along. LISA, as queen. Fairies, fairies, ever go Where the mountain torrents flow; Foot it high, and foot it low, A wildly joyful band. Fairies, fairies, loud our song; No man hears us pass along; Rugged cliffs and vales among— A wild and hidden land. Fairies, fairies, night is nigh; Light steals slowly from the sky. ”
