Fears, the giants; and the grim,
Wicked fairy, Care is.
Fairy tales! Fairy tales!
None may e'er forget them;
When their charming glamour fails,
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See a world regret them.
What! the eyes are weeping now
At the lovers' sorrow?
You have read enough, I trow;
Leave them till the morrow.
Fear not! all will happy be
When you reach the ending;
Trust, although you do not see,
Powers of good defending.
Fairy tales! Fairy tales!
'Neath the pillow lying.
Eyes of blue let fall their veils,
Ceased is all their crying.
G.C.G.