Excerpt from Songs for the Hour Wee, golden-haired dreamer who knocks at my door With bright bits of fancy and Fairy-land news, And now on your birthday, rejoicing at Four, With a four-leafed clover, to gladden my Muse Sweet enchantments of home 1 whose fairy and elf Lend their luck to the singer, and live in his songs 1 The Queen of my fays is your fond little self, For now to the youngest the sceptre belongs. Then come to my garden and smile on its flowers, And find that beforehand I wove you a crown To wear on your birthdays, and brighten their hours, Reculling the roses they once rained down. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.