THE BUTTERFLY’S EASTER MORNING.
The chrysalis lay in a cushioned box Through the dark, cold, wintry weather, And Bennie touched it with gentle hand, And we talked of it much together.
We longed for the day when the living thing Should burst its bars asunder, Till at last it came, and the butterfly We gazed at with joy and wonder.
As it rose on its bright and beautiful wings, Which were fit for a fay’s adorning, Sweet Bennie cried, with his eyes a-shine : ‘ ’Tis the butterfly’s Easter morning !’ Emma C. Dowd.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume X, Issue 13, 1 April 1893, Page 311
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91THE BUTTERFLY’S EASTER MORNING. New Zealand Graphic, Volume X, Issue 13, 1 April 1893, Page 311
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