To An Early Butterly.
By John Clare
Thrice welcome here again, thou flutt'ring thing, That gaily seek'st about the opening flower, And opest and shutt'st thy gaudy-spangled wing Upon its bosom in the sunny hour; Fond grateful thoughts from thy appearance spring: To see thee, Fly, warm me once more to sing His universal care who hapt thee down, And did thy winter-dwelling please to give. That Being's smiles on me dampt winter's frown, And snatch'd me from the storm, and bade me live. And now again the welcome season's come, 'Tis thine and mine, in nature's grateful pride, To thank that God who snatch'd us from the tomb, And stood our prop, when all gave way beside.
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