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A CHOICE COLLECTION
RECITATIONS, READINGS AND
Band of Hope Meetings, Sunday School Gatherings,
Templar Lodges, &c., &c.
THOS. E. HALLSWORTH,
John Heywood, Deansgate.
f. 24o5. f.
NOTHING is lost: the drop of dew
Which trembles on the leaf or flower Is but exbaled to fall anew
In summer's thunder-shower; Perchance to shine within the bow
That fronts the sun at fall of day; Perchance to sparkle in the flow
Of fountains far away.
Nothing is lost: the tiniest seed
By wild birds borne or breezes blown,
Wherein 'tis gown and grown.
The perfume of some cherished flower, Though gone from outward sense, belongs
To memory's after-hour.
So with our words: or harsh or kind,
Uttered, they are not all forgot:
Pass on, but perish not.
They have their power scarce understood; Then let us use our better will,
To make them rife with good.