FAIRY FINGERS.


What fairy fingers are these 

That just in a single night 

Have garlanded hedges and trees 

And made the world a delight?

That have fashioned the pump in the street

Into a man of snow; 

That have spread a coverlet neat

Where the ferns and evergreens grow?

That have filled the empty nest 

Which once with song ran over,

And given the vane a crest,

And tucked up the roots of the clover?