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THE DEWDROP AND THE SOUL.
A bright drop on the rose-leaf rests,
A little quivering one;
Yet in its tiny globe it holds
The mighty, shining sun.
A little quivering one;
Yet in its tiny globe it holds
The mighty, shining sun.
The soul, a gem, of birth divine,
Sparkles on life's fair tree;
But in its little compass, God,
The Almighty, deigns to be.
Sparkles on life's fair tree;
But in its little compass, God,
The Almighty, deigns to be.
Each mirrors in its sunny depths
A light that ever shines;
Cradled in thorns, beaming with joy,
Such are life's varied lines!
A light that ever shines;
Cradled in thorns, beaming with joy,
Such are life's varied lines!
What is the drop? Mere dew—a tear;
Exhaled,—'t is quickly gone!
Fraught with immortal life, the soul,
Like God himself, lives on.
Exhaled,—'t is quickly gone!
Fraught with immortal life, the soul,
Like God himself, lives on.
How blest the life whose steady light
To this dark world is given!
Winds breathe and pass; such life will last,
A life for God and heaven.
To this dark world is given!
Winds breathe and pass; such life will last,
A life for God and heaven.
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