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TO THE BUTTERFLY.
Child of the sun! pursue thy rapturous flight,
-Yet wert thou once a worm, a thing that crept
Blue was the loch, the clouds were gone,
Thy kirk-yard wall among the trees,
the dial stands;
The fairy-isles fled far away;
Tarbat, * thy shore I climbed at last; And, thy shady region passed, Upon another shore I stood, And looked upon another flood; † Great Ocean's self! ("Tis He who fills
That vast and awful depth of hills ;) Where many an elf was playing round, Who treads unshod his classic ground; And speaks, his native rocks among, As FINGAL spoke, and Ossian sung.
* Signifying in the Gaelic language an Isthmus. † Loch-Long.
and dark and darker grew
Oh blest retreat, and sacred too!
* A phenomenon described by many navigators.
and the oar,