For the Columbian Fountain.
DEW DROPS.
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BY MRS. FELICIA WILSON.
Drops, bright drops, on the verdant green
Glistening like gems in their silvery sheen,
Such beauty elsewhere is never seen


AS in the pearly dew;
Up, up they mount in the suns bright ray,
Like twilight CLEANS as they fade away
In the sweet farewell Of departing day,


When his course is through.
Down, down they come, in the gentle shower
On the velvet grass and the budding flower
Inparting to field, mead, brake and bower


Beauty and life
On, on they flow nor er still;
Each joyous, bright and dancing rill
Old Oceans bosom hastes to fill


With watery strife.
Swift, swift disporting in the limpid wavc
Naiads their graceful limbs may lave;
And fleets ride o'er the flood as brave


As Egypt's daughters.
Let those who please commend the vine,
And boast them of their ruby wine
Give me the gift of God-divine-


The crystal water.
II never makes the man a slave,
1t opens no dishonoured grave,
Its only power is to save,


And bless forever.
Away then with champaign and hook,
know that wine wi only mock,
And that the PLEDGE is still the rock
Of afefv ovnr