_Queen Mab._ Now, fair Serena, let thy loyal heart, The treasures of its secret depths impart. Sisters, the spell prolong with slumber's chain; Bind the fair goddess to her dreams again. _Song_: QUEEN MAB _and_ DREAM-SPIRITS; _air, "The Image of the Rose."_ Come, Sleep, on drowsy pinions flying, Fair Gloria lull to sweet repose. The land of dreams around her lying, To charm her senses, brightly glows. There peaceful visions, soft, entrancing, In changeful measures sport and play. Sleep, by thy magic power advancing, Within thy arms bear her away. Magical sleep, bear her, bear her, oh, bear her away! _As the song proceeds, the_ DREAM-SPIRITS _and_ QUEEN MAB _slowly exeunt_, R. SERENA, _and_ ATTENDANTS, MUSIC, _with a lyre_; INDUSTRY, _with a distaff_; PLENTY, _with a horn of plenty; and_ ART, _with a palette and brushes,—appear_, L., _when the music ceases_. SERENA _stands_ C., _looking down at_ GLORIA; _her_ ATTENDANTS L. _The implements carried by the_ ATTENDANTS _should be made of flowers, if possible_. _Bank._ SERENA. R. L. ATTENDANTS. _Serena._ Genius of Freedom, in thy visions bless Serena's faithful heart with warm caress. Let not vain Conquest flatter and deceive: Bid restful Peace at once thy doubts relieve. Bending in homage to thy royal sway, Strong to achieve, and zealous to obey, She sues for favor: bid her journey wide, Prosperity to sow on every side. She pleads in love: receive her earnest prayer, And of thy love bestow a generous share. _Industry._ Hear her, great goddess: ready to inthrall True-hearted worth, I wait her cheery call. With brain and muscle ceaselessly I play, Opening new harvests to the light of day. Contentment, life's warm, sweet, and better part, Industry thrones in Labor's thrifty heart. _Plenty._ List to her prayer, O Gloria! All elate To fill the treasure-house of wealth I wait; At her command, the harvest shall outpour, To deck thy chosen land from shore to shore. Warmed in the love-light of her peaceful eyes, Plenty, fruit-freighted, shall luxurious rise. _Art._ Grant her fond wish, fair goddess, and I twine Into thy reign, with rare and grand design, All that pen, brush, and chisel can achieve, Thy weighty cares to lighten and relieve. Gigantic Genius bends a willing knee, When Art, by Peace, to triumph is set free.