From the Poems Of Miss Lydia Huntlsy.
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From the Poems Of Miss Lydia Huntley


AN EMBLEM.
I've seen drop of morning dew,
Like some fair gem serene,
That sparkled on verdant bough
AL clad in summer green.
The rising sun absorb'd the tear,
And drank it as it shone;
The winds of winter cleft the bougb,
1t 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.