There is more glory in a drop of dew,
    That shineth only for an hour,
Than there is in the pomp of earth’s great Kings
    Within the noonday of their power.

There is more sweetness in a single strain
    That falleth from a wild bird’s throat,
At random in the lonely forest’s depths,
    Than there’s in all the songs that bards e’er wrote.

Yet men, for aye, rememb’ring Caesar’s name,
    Forget the glory in the dew,
And, praising Homer’s epic, let the lark’s
    Song fall unheeded from the blue.

I believe that Alexander Posey wrote this poem to appreciate something that seems small in the big picture, like the first stanza, it says, “There is more glory in a drop of dew,” and then says, “Than there is in the pomp of earth’s great Kings” These ‘Kings’ would be what is generally considered important, what people pay attention to, but one should still pay attention to the small things. Stop and listen to the birds, which is touched upon in the second stanza, “There is more sweetness in a single strain,” going to. “Than there’s in all the songs that bards e’er wrote.” The third stanza saying that even though there are all these beautiful little things, we still pay so much attention to King’s, to the big things, the huge things.