~Rose Fyleman

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Rose Amy Fyleman (1877 – 1957) was an
English writer and poet, noted for her works on the
fairy folk, for children.
Her poem There are fairies at the bottom of our garden
was set to music by English composer Liza Lehmann.
Her Christmas carol Lift your hidden faces, set to
a French carol tune, was included in the Anglican
hymnal Songs of Praise (1931) as well as
in the Hutterian Brotherhood's Songs of Light (1977).
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She was born in Nottingham on 6 March 1877,
the third child of John Feilmann and his wife, Emilie,
née Loewenstein, who was of Russian extraction.
Her father was in the lace trade, and the family were
Jews who had come from Jever in Oldenburg in
Germany in 1860.

She died at a nursing home in St. Albans
on 1 August 1957.
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Published Works;
Fiction:
-The Rainbow Cat, 1922
-Forty Good-Night Tales, 1924
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Poetry:
-Fairies and Chimneys, 1920
-The Fairy Green, 1919
-The Fairy Flute, 1921
-Faries,----
-The Fairies Have Never A Penny To Spend
-Mice "I think mice are rather nice..."
. Sometimes by Illustrator  Hilda T. Miller
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Fairies;

THERE are fairies at the bottom of our garden!

It's not so very, very far away;

You pass the gardner's shed and you just keep straight ahead --

I do so hope they've really come to stay.

There's a little wood, with moss in it and beetles,

And a little stream that quietly runs through;

You wouldn't think they'd dare to come merrymaking there--

      Well, they do.

There are fairies at the bottom of our garden!

They often have a dance on summer nights;

The butterflies and bees make a lovely little breeze,

And the rabbits stand about and hold the lights.

Did you know that they could sit upon the moonbeams

And pick a little star to make a fan,

And dance away up there in the middle of the air?

      Well, they can.

There are fairies at the bottom of our garden!

You cannot think how beautiful they are;

They all stand up and sing when the Fairy Queen and King

Come gently floating down upon their car.

The King is very proud and very handsome;

The Queen--now you can quess who that could be

(She's a little girl all day, but at night she steals away)?

      Well -- it's Me!


~ by Rose Fyleman ~