Little dew-drops of celestial melody.

Carlyle’s phrase compresses a characteristic Romantic-Sage sensibility into a single image: music (or poetic utterance) as something minute, transient, and yet of heavenly origin. “Dew-drops” suggests delicacy and ephemerality—brief glints that appear, refresh, and vanish—while “celestial melody” elevates the sound to the spiritual or transcendent realm. Read this way, the line praises small, seemingly slight notes or songs as carriers of a higher order of meaning, implying that the sublime can arrive in miniature forms. It also fits Carlyle’s broader tendency to treat art and language as vehicles through which the infinite becomes momentarily perceptible in the everyday.