The Butterfly (Sigourney)
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A BUTTERFLY bask'd on a baby's grave,
Where a lily had chanced to grow:
"Why art thou here, with thy gaudy die,
When she of the blue and sparkling eye,
Must sleep in the church-yard low?"
Then it lightly soar'd through the sunny air,
And spoke from its shining track:
"I was a worm till I won my wings,
And she whom thou mourn'st like a seraph sings:
Would'st thou call the bless'd one back?"
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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