Crystal the face of the watch, where we read
Time's onward march, which all mortals must heed.
Crystalline gems among the tresses may twine,
Brought from the depths of some far-away mine;
Crystal far more than the frontlet they bind,
The fathomless deeps of a generous mind.
Crystals in rocks neath the earth where we stand,
Waiting the blow of Geology's hand.
Crystal the diamond on the fair breast,
Crystal the conscience forever at rest.
Crystal the microscope, burnished and ground,
Through which we study Life's marvellous round.
Crystal the telescope lenses so clear,
Through which we gaze into Harmony's sphere.
Crystal the window through which streams the light,
Coming from battlements glowing in might.
Crystal the tones of the sweet-chiming bells;
Crystal the depths of old Ocean's vast cells.
Crystal the lake, in whose bosom we see
Dimpling reflections of you and of me.
Crystal the heart of the Infinite Queen,
On which her children in safety may lean;
Crystalline clearness in Heaven above;
Crystalline clearness in Life, Truth, and Love.
