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I'VE seen a drop of morning dew, Like some fair gem serene, That sparkled on a verdant bough All clad in summer green.

The rising sun absorb'd the tear, And drank it as it shone; The winds of winter cleft the bough, It moulder'd and was gone.

The drop of dew is like the bloom And morning of our span: The bough that wither'd in the blast Is like the life of man.

 

"HOW can'st thou sleep O King! devoid of fear, "When dangers thicken, and when foes are near? 