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the language of gems.
Thus shall Virtue, the victim of sorrow and shame,
Refined by the trial, forever endure.
Refined by the trial, forever endure.
Resplendent in purple, the Amethyst sparkling,
On Pride's flowing garments may haughtily glow,
While Jet, the lone mourning-gem, shadow'd and darkling,
And full of sad eloquence, whispers of Wo.
On Pride's flowing garments may haughtily glow,
While Jet, the lone mourning-gem, shadow'd and darkling,
And full of sad eloquence, whispers of Wo.
But thousands are burning beneath the dark wave,
As stars through the tempest-cloud tremblingly
Or wasting their wealth in some desolate cave,
And talking, perchance, like the rest all the while.
As stars through the tempest-cloud tremblingly
Or wasting their wealth in some desolate cave,
And talking, perchance, like the rest all the while.
Then wreathe of the blossoms that never decay,
A chaplet, dear maiden, that fair brow above,
But within, wear their prototypes, purer than they,
Faith—Hope—Truth and Innocence—Modesty—Love.
A chaplet, dear maiden, that fair brow above,
But within, wear their prototypes, purer than they,
Faith—Hope—Truth and Innocence—Modesty—Love.
And while in each jewel a lesson you see,
While one smiles approval—another condemns,
I'm sure you will listen, delighted with me,
To a language so true as the language of Gems!
While one smiles approval—another condemns,
I'm sure you will listen, delighted with me,
To a language so true as the language of Gems!
