Classic Poem

From crystal fount in yonder sky
A silvery dewdrop fell, —
Fell, like a tear from Beauty's eye,
Into the flowery dell.

And there, amid the starlight's tide,
I plucked the floweret wild,
Into whose breast, with loving pride,
The dewdrop fell and smiled, —

A smile that slept enshrined within
That glittering drop of dew;
Yet seemed a spirit without sin,
Whose life, though brief, was true;

Spirit that kissed the floweret fair,
And woke within its breast
A love which Nature bids us share,
Serene, angelic, blest.

How oft in nature thus we see,
Mirrored as in a glass,
A life of love and purity,
Which we unheeding pass!

In every drop of sparkling dew,
In every smiling flower,
There is a lesson meant for you
And me, — a voice of power;

A voice that speaks to every heart,
In silence mute yet bland;
That wins the soul with mystic art,
Like a dream in the blissful land.