There is a gem more pearly bright,
More dear to mercy's eye,
Than love's sweet star, whose mellow light,
First cheers the evening sky;
A liquid pearl, that glitters where
No sorrows now intrude,
A richer gem than Monarchs wear
The tear of gratitude.
But ne'er shall narrow love of self
Invite this tribute forth.
Nor can the sordid slave of pelf
Appreciate its worth;
But ye, who soothe the widow's woe,
And give the orphan food,
For you this liquid pearl shall flow,
The tear of gratitude.