The Awakening

AGNES FLORIDA CHALMERS.

O, little drop of dew,
Thy face is radiant.
The silent night, all through,
Thou waitest for the light,
Believing thou wilt be,
When morning drives away the clouds of night,
The image of the sun's sweet purity.

O, little drop of dew,
Thy lesson I must learn,
The silent night, all through,
My heart must trust and know
That I will wake to find
Myself, in Love's transforming morning-glow,
The perfect image of eternal Mind.