A drop of dew that on a rose-bud clings,

A ray of sunshine in a world of Springs,

A bird, who singing from some hidden tree,

Is bathed in streams of endless melody,

An open flower you trod on as you passed,

The purple shadow that your passing cast,

A breath of wind that lingered on your brow,

An emerald leaf fresh shaken from the bough,

A smile of hope on lips that you delight,

A grateful word from one whom you requite

For some small service, or a little sigh

That fans your senses as it flutters by,

These things to you how much they mean!

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