Opals (Custance)/With a Book of Fairy Tales
With a Book of Fairy Tales
O! the white rose of friendship 'twixt us twainSpreading out scentful; O! the frail, fresh leavesOf fervid youth, that fights and fears and grievesAnd laughs and loves and hopes through all its pain!
O! friend I am but poor for all my praiseAnd love of you, 'tis but a book I bring,About that Land, where our dreams, wing to wing,Drift seeking shelter from earth's sordid days.
O! friend whose soul is swift to understandIf life is difficult and cold and sad—Some are together still . . . and some are gladAnd . . . to these few, God gives His fairy-land!······