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the language of gems.
Its point that can pierces with a meteor-gleam,
Its myriad colors—its shadow and shine.
Its myriad colors—its shadow and shine.
And more in that magic, so dazzling and strange;
Let it steal from Apollo but one sunny ray,
It will beam back a thousand that deepen and change,
Till you'd fancy a rainbow within it at play.
Let it steal from Apollo but one sunny ray,
It will beam back a thousand that deepen and change,
Till you'd fancy a rainbow within it at play.
Fair Truth's azure eyes, that were lighted in heaven,
Have brought to the Sapphire their smile from above,
And the rich glowing ray of the Ruby is given,
To tell as it blushes of passionate Love.
Have brought to the Sapphire their smile from above,
And the rich glowing ray of the Ruby is given,
To tell as it blushes of passionate Love.
The Chrysolite, clouded, and gloomy, and cold,
Its dye from the dark brow of Jealousy steals,
But bright in the Crystal's fair face we behold
The image of Candor that nothing conceals.
Its dye from the dark brow of Jealousy steals,
But bright in the Crystal's fair face we behold
The image of Candor that nothing conceals.
Young Hope, like the spring, in her mantle of green,
Comes robed in that color, soft, pleasant, and tender,
And lends to the Emerald light so serene,
That the eye never wearies of watching its splendor.
Comes robed in that color, soft, pleasant, and tender,
And lends to the Emerald light so serene,
That the eye never wearies of watching its splendor.
