Robert Browning

From the sprinkled isles,
Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.

From the sprinkled isles,
Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.

And gain is gain, however small.

And gain is gain, however small.

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

For the preacher's merit or demerit,
It were to be wished that the flaws were fewer
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For the preacher's merit or demerit,
It were to be wished that the flaws were fewer
In the earthen vessel, holding treasure,
But the main thing is, does it hold good measure
Heaven soon sets right all other matters!

There's a woman like a dew-drop,
She's so purer than the purest.

There's a woman like a dew-drop,
She's so purer than the purest.