THE CAPTIVE BUTTERFLY
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So I knelt there beside the small captive
And gently the fine web I tore;
Then away on glad wings it bounded,
Rejoicing in freedom once more.
And gently the fine web I tore;
Then away on glad wings it bounded,
Rejoicing in freedom once more.
It was only a poor lowly insect,
Yet perchance, does the Good Father see
Small deeds that are wrought in the spirit of love
He would say "Ye did this unto Me."
Yet perchance, does the Good Father see
Small deeds that are wrought in the spirit of love
He would say "Ye did this unto Me."
In the Book where all works are recorded—
In that Haven up yonder so fair;
Who knows but one mark bright and shining
Now illumines my name "over there."
In that Haven up yonder so fair;
Who knows but one mark bright and shining
Now illumines my name "over there."
