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See how the orient Dew, Shed from the bosom of the morn, Into the blowing roses, Yet careless of its mansion new For the clear region where 'twas born, Round-in itself encloses: And in its little globe's extent Frames, as it can its native element.

How it the purple flower does slight, Scarce touching where it lies; And gazing back upon the skies Shines with a mournful light Like its own tear, Rh