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AN EMBLEM.
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.
THE CONFIDENCE OF ALEXANDER.
"HOW can'st thou sleep O King! devoid of fear,
"When dangers thicken, and when foes are near?
