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Like to a dew-drop from above,
In purity thou art;
A valued gem from yon bright sky,
To sparkle in each heart.
In purity thou art;
A valued gem from yon bright sky,
To sparkle in each heart.
Thou 'st brought a chain from realms on high,
And with it thou hast bound us;
'T is firm and fast, unfading too,
And finely fettered 'round us.
And with it thou hast bound us;
'T is firm and fast, unfading too,
And finely fettered 'round us.
And as each passing day and year,
Thy mental flowers expand,
Oh, may it be thy parent's care,
To trace with careful hand
Thy mental flowers expand,
Oh, may it be thy parent's care,
To trace with careful hand
Upon the pages of thy mind,
Precepts of truth divine;
Guide thee aright in future years,
And guard their little vine.
Precepts of truth divine;
Guide thee aright in future years,
And guard their little vine.
Heaven smiled on the momentous hour,
That gave thy spirit birth,
And placed thee here a little bud,
To blossom on the earth.
That gave thy spirit birth,
And placed thee here a little bud,
To blossom on the earth.
