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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.