TO BUTTERFLY RESTING ON SKULL.
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 MRS. HEMANs. Creature of air and light Emblem of that which may not fade and die! Wilt thou not speed thy flight, To chase the south wind from the sunny sky? What lures thee thus to stay Mid silence and decay, Fix'd on the wreck of dull mortalityl The thoughts once chamber'd there Have gathered up their treasures, and are gone! Will the dust tell us where They have burst the prison-housc, have fowni Rise, nursling of the day, lfthou woudst trace their way:- Earth has no voice to make the secret known Who seeks the vanished bird By the forsaken nest, and broken shell Far thence she sinks unheard, Yet free and joyous, midst the woods to dwell! Thou of the sunshine born, Take the bright wings of morn Thy hope calls heavenward from that gloomy cell