What made that film-like hinge on which it plays?
What hand, what eye, save God’s could fashion it?
T. L. Merritt.
Dews of the morning! wherefore were ye given?
—To shine on earth, then rise to heaven.
J. Montgomery.
See how the dewdrops in the morning flowers
Stand glistening, brighter than the precious gem
Whose worth exalts the kingly diadem!