"Surely I am greater now than ever and worth admiring," thought the drop, but it heard no sweet words such as the lady spoke of the little Dewdrop on the rose by the river. 

 The bay mingled at last with the ocean and little Dewdrop knew at last that it was no longer a thing to be admired for itself alone, but a part of the great ocean. It was completely lost in the vastness of the mighty waters of which it was only a drop. 

 The breeze went whispering over it, calling, "Little Dewdrop, little Dewdrop, where are you?" 

 But the drop answered never a word. It did not even hear the gentle voice of the breeze, so loud was the roar of the ocean. 

 "Come away," called a loud wind to the gentle breeze; "that is no place for you. I must blow here and make the waves high, and you will never find your little Dewdrop. It has been swallowed long ago by the ocean. Go back to your river and tell the other Dewdrops the fate of their companion." 

 The gentle breeze went away and the loud wind swept the ocean, making the waves high and the roar louder and louder. The little Dewdrop was there somewhere in the great whole, but it was lost forever in its longing to become great. 

 The gentle breeze went back to the river, and as she sighed around the rose where the discontented Dewdrop had rested she heard another drop say: 

 "Look at the river. Isn't it big? Here am I only a Dewdrop, so small no one can see me." 

 "Ah, that is where you are mistaken, my dainty Dewdrop," said the gentle breeze.  "You can be seen now, but if you were to become a part of the river you would never be seen. You would lose your identity as soon as you mingled with the waters of the river. Be your own sweet self and be content with the part you play in this world. You are helping to make it more beautiful by your own dainty beauty. Do not wish to do what only seems a greater thing." 

 And then she told the fate of the discontented Dewdrop that had wished to become great and how at last it was swallowed by its own greatness, and its dainty beauty which had been so admired no longer remained. 

 "Be content with the small but beautiful part you play in this world," she told the drop, "and do not long for a greatness which may result in your unhappiness." 

 

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