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And, as the dew-drops gently fall, 
They tip with pearls her coronal. 
In princely halls and courts of kings, 
Tts lustrous ray the diamond flings ; 
Yet few of those who see its beam 
Amid the torches’ dazzling gleam, 
As bright as though a meteor shone, 
Can call the costly prize their own. 
But gems of every form and hue 
Ave glittering here in morning dew 5 
Jewels that all alike may share 
As freely as the common air ; 
No niggard hand, no jealous eye, 
Protects them from the passer-by. 
Man to his brother shuts his heart, 
And science acts a miser’s part ; 
But Nature with a liberal hand 
Flings wide her stores o’er sea and land. 
Lf gold she give, not single grains 
Are scattered far across the plains ; 
But, lo, the desert streams are rolled 
O’er precious beds of virgin gold. 
Tf flowers she offer, wreaths are given 
As countless as the stars of heaven 3 
Or music,—tis no feeble note 
She bids along the valleys float ; 
Ten thousand nameless melodies 
Tn one full chorus swell the breeze, 
