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TO A BUTTERFLY AT CHURCH.
Butterfly, butterfly, why come here,
This is no bower for you!
Go sip the honey-drop sweet and clear,
Or bathe in the morning dew.
This is no bower for you!
Go sip the honey-drop sweet and clear,
Or bathe in the morning dew.
This is the place to think of Heaven
This is the place to pray;
You have no sins to be forgiven,—
Butterfly, go away.
This is the place to pray;
You have no sins to be forgiven,—
Butterfly, go away.
I see God has touch'd you with beautiful dyes,
And your motion is graceful and light,
But the heart is the thing open now to His eyes;
The heart must be pure in his sight.
And your motion is graceful and light,
But the heart is the thing open now to His eyes;
The heart must be pure in his sight.
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He has made us to love what is airy and gay,
And I will not despise your bright wings;
But I must not be thinking about you to-day,—
It was given for holier things.
And I will not despise your bright wings;
But I must not be thinking about you to-day,—
It was given for holier things.
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