DEW-DROPS.
OH! crystal drops that quivering hang
Upon our humid country trees,
Glisten and sparkle ere ye fall
On the dank and fallen leaves.
Alas! I know full well ye are
Each an angel's glittering tear:
Shed for the long lost floweret,
And now alas! the dying year.
The flowers are gone! the leaves decayed;
They scent the summer gale no more.
Their strong bare arms the tall trees wave,
High o'er the rustic cottage door.
Oh! for a fair and merry spring
With the high heavens bright and blue.
The lambkins skipping o'er the sward,
And nature bursting forth anew!
Upon our humid country trees,
Glisten and sparkle ere ye fall
On the dank and fallen leaves.
Alas! I know full well ye are
Each an angel's glittering tear:
Shed for the long lost floweret,
And now alas! the dying year.
The flowers are gone! the leaves decayed;
They scent the summer gale no more.
Their strong bare arms the tall trees wave,
High o'er the rustic cottage door.
Oh! for a fair and merry spring
With the high heavens bright and blue.
The lambkins skipping o'er the sward,
And nature bursting forth anew!