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Oh! that the Chemist's magic art Could crystallize this sacred treasure ! Long should it glitter near my heart, A secret source of pensive pleasure.
The little brilliant, ere it fell,
Sweet drop of pure and pearly light!
Benign restorer of the soul!
The sage's and the poet's theme,
That very law * which moulds a tear, And bids it trickle from its source, That law preserves the earth a sphere, And guides the planets in their course.
The law of gravitation.