The Butterfly

By Alice Freeman Palmer

I hold you at last in my hand,

Exquisite child of the air.

Can I ever understand

How you grew to be so fair?

You came to my linden tree

To taste its delicious sweet,

I sitting here in the shadow and shine

Playing around its feet.

Now I hold you fast in my hand,

You marvelous butterfly,

Till you help me to understand

The eternal mystery.

From that creeping thing in the dust

To this shining bliss in the blue!

God give me courage to trust

I can break my chrysalis too!

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