Poetry
... vactry. NOTHING IS LOST. NWTIrnto is lost; the drop of dew, Which trembles onl the leaf or flower, Is iutexhaled, to fall anew Insummer's thunder shower; Perohance to shine within the bow That frosts the sun at fall of dar; Pcrchtnce to sparlle in the Mow Ol fountains far away. Nouglht lost, for e'en the tiniest seed By ?? birds borne, or breetes blown, Finds somethimg suited to its need ...