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The Butterfly

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The Butterfly the ancient Grecians made The soul’s fair emblem, and its only name-- But of the soul, escaped the slavish trade Of earthly life!--For in this mortal frame Our’s is the reptile’s lot, much toil, much blame, Manifold motions making little speed, And to deform and kill the things whereon we feed.

?1815.