Gods angels took a little drop of dew, New fallen from heaven's far-off blue, And a fair rivlet of the valley's green. Shedding its perfumes in the morn's soft sheen And a forget-me-not so small and bright- Laid all together gently, out of sight, Within the chalice of the lily white! With humbleness and grace they covered it- Made purity and sadness near to sit; And added pride to this, and sighs - a few, One wish, but half a hope, and bright tears too; Courage and sweetness in misfortune's smart, And out of this they moulded-Woman's heart!