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Butterflies
ON SEEING THE COLLECTION OF BRITISH BUTTERFLIES IN THE CABINETS OF MY FRIEND THE REV. F. O. MORRIS
In ordered sequence and of rainbow dyes,Rank after rank, they passed before my view,
Our British Butterflies—bright with each hue
Of autumn leaf, fair flower, or sunset skies.
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From yonder Light of lights, Divine and true,
Who lends an insect's wing its gold or blue
Or purple, which all art of man outvies.
Thus yearly have these wingèd blooms unfurled
Their streaks and stains, each after its own kind,
Since first they fluttered o'er the new-made world—
Tiny reflections of the Eternal Mind,
Tokens that boundless Beauty reigns above,
Unchanging Order and exhaustless Love.
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