DEW DROP AND FLOWER.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume IV, Issue 196, 5 January 1877, Page 6

DEW DROP AND FLOWER.

Still rest in my chalice, bright diamond of morning, Nor rise to be lost in tlic wide depths of uir. Still lend me thy brightness, my petals adorning, My beauty and odours with thee will I share. Nay, tempt me not floweret, now is he arising Jkat keepeth me P ure from tlie car tk's staining dross; Should I linger with thee, his attraction despising, Through thee should I suffer defilement and loss. From thy cup's fragile hold by the zephyr outshaken— By tLy withering cast at thy root on the clay Defiled should I grieve o'er my duty forsaken, And downward should sink from the face of the day. Tho' beauteous to earth and by earth's beauty cherished, Far better unnoticed towards Heaven to Eoar. All who've clung to tho earth by the earth have they perished ; la bliss who've sought Heaven shall live evermore.