lyrics adapted very freely from Andrew Marvell's "on a drop of dew"

see how the orient dew
shed from the bosom of the morn
into the blowing roses
careless of its mansion new

for the clear region
round in its self incloses
and in its little globe's extent
frames as it can its native element

so the soul, that drop, that ray
of the clear eternal day

within the flow'r be seen
remembring still former height
remembring its blossom
it shun the leaves and b green

and, recollecting
light, in its pure and circling
on earth: but does, dissolving, run
into the glories of th' mighty sun

so the soul, that drop, that ray
of the clear eternal day