Due drops
(Myra Viola Wilds)

Within the due drops in the morning,
Shake their little diamond heads,
Sparkling, flashing, ever moving,
      From their silent little beds.

See the grass! Each blade is brightened,
Roots are strengthened by their stay;
Like the dew drops, let us scatter
     Gems of love along the way.

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Myra Viola Wilds was born in Kentucky.
She authored poetry collection of Thoughts of Idle Hours
(National Baptist Publishing Board, 1915).