1. They say there's a secret charm which lies In some wild floweret's bell, That grows in a vale where the west wind sighs, And where secrets best may dwell; 2. And they who can find the fairy flower, A treasure possess that might grace a throne; For, oh! they can rule with the softest power The heart they would make their own. 3. The Indian has toil'd in the dusky mine, For the gold that has made him a slave; Or, plucking the pearl from the sea-god's shrine, Has tempted the wrath of the wave; |
4. But ne'er has he sought, with a love like mine, The flower that holds the heart in thrall; Oh! rather I'd win that charm divine, Than their gold and their pearl and all. 5. I've sought it by day, from morn till eve I've won it - in dreams at night; And then how I grieve my couch to leave, And sigh at the morning's light; 6. Yet sometimes I think in a hopeful hour, The blissful moment I yet may see To win the fair flower from the fairy's bower And give it, love - to thee. |
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