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One night a tiny dewdrop fell / Into the bosom of a rose, -- / "Dear little one, I love thee well, / Be ever here thy sweet repose!"
Seeing the rose with love bedight, / The envious sky frowned dark, and then / Sent forth a messenger of light / And caught the dewdrop up again.
"Oh, give me back my heavenly child, -- / My love! " the rose in anguish cried; / Alas! the sky triumphant smiled, / And so the flower, heart-broken, died.