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"My speech shall distil as the dew."-DEUT. XXXii. 2.
NOON has its monarch risen high;
Eve has its purple hue;
Night decks with countless stars the sky; The morning has the dew.
What lessons may be learnt from each
But now the lowliest shall teach
My heart humility.
Praise to our God! his grace is such,
That scarce our eyes can greet The morn, but what we need so much
Is lying at our feet.
Clothed too in smiles: as it would win
A kind and gentle way To every heart ere it begin The turmoil of the day.
Thy couch is low, my monitor;
No need He knew of lofty state,
Tis wisdom gives the lesson weight,
And truth is eloquence.
Even such thy teaching on the ground:
The wind that strips the forest bare
The sun with all his fiercest glare
He decks thee even at thy birth
And then, when grown too bright for earth,
Brief is thy pleasant sojourn here;
I trace thee in the springing grass,
And in the bending corn;
And every floweret that I pass
Thou art not like so many here,
But often in the hour of gloom,
When thirsty, faint, and spent, And when they little know from whom It comes, thine aid is lent.
The clouds, though often kind, may fail; No drop in lake or mere;
The streams dry up in every dale;
But thou still kind art near.
'Tis pure, 'tis perfect charity
It steals in silence down,
So may my days on earth be spent !
In lowly place, secure, content,
May it suffice that heaven sees,
And like the morning dew,
On wings of light, when heaven shall please, May I soar up from view!
Then, knowing in a happier sphere
A morn without a night,
The same bright sun that decked me here