THE DEW DROP
By A Disciple
The dew drop kissed the blooming rose,
It cooled her reddened cheek;
She smiled and opened wider still,
Her petals soft and meek.
She raised her dainty head and sighed
"O dew drop, whence com'st thou?
I know that soon thou wilt be gone
Although I feel thee now.
Why must thou go—why stay not here—
I love thy gentle touch.
It helps me in my budding growth,
Thou must have known as much."
"O smiling rose, I can not stay—
The morning sun so proud
Will lift my liquid body
High up into a cloud—
From thence I'll drop as gentle rain
Once more upon the ground;
Then glide into a rippling rill
For water's all around;
From rill into the river.
From river into bay.
From bay into the ocean
Where for a time I'll stay.
And then the sun will lift me
Once more into a cloud—
Perchance again I'll kiss thee—
That is—if I'm allowed."
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