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On Seeing a Butterfly Just Escaped from Its Chrysalis.
Why, lovely insect, dost thou stand,
And wave thy quivering wing,
As, half afraid thou went, aloft
On fields of air to spring?
And wave thy quivering wing,
As, half afraid thou went, aloft
On fields of air to spring?
But now has reached thy slender form
A sunbeam warm and bright,
And instant thou hast upward sprung
Towards the source of light.
A sunbeam warm and bright,
And instant thou hast upward sprung
Towards the source of light.
Thus in the portals of the tomb
The trembling soul shall stand,
Till beams of faith and mercy point
It to the promised land.
The trembling soul shall stand,
Till beams of faith and mercy point
It to the promised land.
The land of peace! the land of love!
Where sorrow is unknown,
And songs of joy for ever float
Around th' Almighty's throne!
Where sorrow is unknown,
And songs of joy for ever float
Around th' Almighty's throne!
Dew.
Sweet is the early dew
Which gilds the mountain tops,
And decks each plant and flower we view
With pearly glittering drops.
Which gilds the mountain tops,
And decks each plant and flower we view
With pearly glittering drops.
But sweeter far the scene,
On Zion's holy hill;
When there the dew of youth is seen
Its freshness to distil.
On Zion's holy hill;
When there the dew of youth is seen
Its freshness to distil.
Sweet is the opening flower
Which just begins to bloom,
Which every day and every hour
Fresh beauties will assume.
Which just begins to bloom,
Which every day and every hour
Fresh beauties will assume.
But sweeter that young heart,
Where faith, and love, and peace,
Blossom and bloom in every part,
With sweet and varied grace.
Where faith, and love, and peace,
Blossom and bloom in every part,
With sweet and varied grace.