the language of gems.
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And who envy kings only their bright diadems,
Resolved to defend them from undeserved shame.
Resolved to defend them from undeserved shame.
What are jewels but flowers that never decay,
With a glow and a glory unfading as fair?
And why should not they speak their minds if they may?
There are "sermons in stones," as all sages declare.
With a glow and a glory unfading as fair?
And why should not they speak their minds if they may?
There are "sermons in stones," as all sages declare.
And a wild "tongue of flame" wags in some of them too,
That would talk if you'd let it--so listen awhile;
They've a world of rich meaning in every bright hue—
A ray of pure knowledge in each sunny smile.
That would talk if you'd let it--so listen awhile;
They've a world of rich meaning in every bright hue—
A ray of pure knowledge in each sunny smile.
Then turn to the blossoms that never decay:—
Let the learned flowers talk to themselves on their stems,
Or prattle away with each other to-day;—
And listen with me to the Language of Gems.
Let the learned flowers talk to themselves on their stems,
Or prattle away with each other to-day;—
And listen with me to the Language of Gems.
The Diamond emblem of Genius would seem,
In its glance, like the lightning, wild, fitful, divine—
In its glance, like the lightning, wild, fitful, divine—
