THE VISITOR.

Auckland Star, Volume LXVII, Issue 292, 9 December 1936, Page 22

THE VISITOR.

(Sent iri by Owen Tovo, 44, Sussex Street, Grey Lynn, Auckland.) Wlien T was quite n tiny girl, When mother had put out my light, I used to pull the curtains back, To hid the moon good-night. And he would smile and wink at me, From his home far in the sky, And tell me 1 was lucky To be as small as I. Then down a silver moonbeam Would a silver fairy slide; In a tiny voice she'd speak to me, J'd ask her to come inside. If I'd been good, then she'd be pleased, She'd take me by the hand; She'd laugh and beckon and say to mo, "Let's go to fairy laud." Together we'd climb on a moonbeam, Jn a trice be in fairy town; The fairies would cluster around me, And give me a spangled gown. Some fairy lanterns, too, would swing From a fairy apple tree; Whilst fragrant music around was played, The fairies would dance for me. The time would pass too quickly, It always was the same; Then I'd say good-night to my fairy friends, And go back to my home again. Hut that was many years ago, And now I'm grown up tall; In fact, I'm nearly four feet six. By the mark on the kitchen wall. And though I'm very proud of it, When in the moonlight I stand; Sometimes I wish I was small enough 1 still To go visiting fairy land. —Original.