THE FAIRY BEAM UPON YOU

From "The Gypsies Metamorphosed"

The fairy beam upon you,

The stars to glister on you;

A moon of light

In the noon of night,

Till the fire-drake hath o'ergone you.

The wheel of fortune guide you

The boy with the bow beside you;

Run aye in the way

Till the bird of day,

And the luckier lot betide you.

To the old, long life and treasure,

To the young, all health and pleasure;

To the fair, their face

With eternal grace,

And the foul to be lov'd at leisure.

To the witty, all clear mirrors,

To the foolish, their dark errors;

To the loving sprite,

A secure delight;

To the jealous, his own false terrors.