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to the butterfly.
Oh! haste away, thou pretty rover,
Nor idly waste thy sunshine hour,
Thy span of bliss shall soon be over,
And summer zephyrs sigh no more!
Nor idly waste thy sunshine hour,
Thy span of bliss shall soon be over,
And summer zephyrs sigh no more!
And rest my thoughts, till Time unfailing
To me the immortal moment brings,
When I thro' clouds of æther sailing
May wave my everlasting wings!
To me the immortal moment brings,
When I thro' clouds of æther sailing
May wave my everlasting wings!
