nature and immortalized capacities, always the same self in each transmutation; never dying or dissolving with its material investment; but surviving to bloom, in everlasting youth, amid the most exquisite felicity. The spiritualized Butterfly with angel wings perhaps, and an unperishable vitality." Sharon Turner's Sacred History of the World. BUTTERFLY'S BIRTH DAY. The shades of night were scarcely fled; From fleecy clouds of pearly hue, And from the Blackbird's mellow throat From mountain side and shadowy dell: When bursting forth to life and light, Unconscious of a mother's care, Her slender form, ethereal light, Trembling with joy awhile she stood, And balanced oft her broider'd wings Thro' fields of air prepared to sail ; Then on her vent'rous journey springs, And floats along the rising gale. Go, child of pleasure, range the fields, Taste all the joys that spring can give, Partake what bounteous summer yields, And live whilst yet 'tis thine to live. Go sip the rose's fragrant dew, And rifle all the woodbine's store : And let me trace thy vagrant flight, L |