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!