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LINES ON A DEW-DROP . Sparkler ] they say that with thy draught Titania ' s acorn bowl is filTd—The pearl-wine by the fairies ( JuafPd , Instead of grapes from gems distill'd . What art thou like ? A wandering drop Flung from some heavenly waterfall , Which pass ed its bounds , and did not stop Until it reached our earthly ball .
What art thou like ? A precious tear DroppM from some pitying seraph ' s eye , Who wept , white hovering o ' er our sphere , The sins he saw beneath the sk y * The Moralist and Bard agree That mortal glory , gain and power , Too well , alas * resemble thee , The dreamy brilliants of an hour .
Yet still * while Truth in vain condemns The fond pursuit of things so frail , We chaide the folse and phantom gems That , ere we call them ours , exhale . Such are the gems of this world , given A moment oil its flowers to shine ; And lie , who sfcdks for those © f Heaven , Must quit the surface for the mine . Bright l ** tarit : 6 t ! how rich the lore , The thtfugbtlefcs heart from thee might learn , Would man but pause onfc instant o ' er The kindred Arbp he hastes to spurn I
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Poetry . *—Line * ofi a Dew-Drop . 549
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" ¦ To the F $ rs 4 Ptrfevt , and First Fairy To Heaven the smile of beauty wins my soul , That finds on earth no lasting home of rest , But living , joins the spirits 6 T the blest—A botfn enjoyed by few befceath the pole . In harmony , the golden moments roll With him , to whom my ardent thoughts aspire , Of universal lif ^ and grace the Sire $ Whose presence animates the perfect whole . Hence , when I date not turn away mine eyes From gazlttg on the " human face divine /' I know the fays of its immortal light , On wings of love allure me to the akie $ > - — My Father ' s temple ; where his glories shine , With joy eternal and supreme delight !
Park- Wood . W . E .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Sept. 2, 1823, page 549, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1788/page/53/
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