
TO A BUTTERFLY IN A CROWDED STREET, 
Alas, for the Lily! she would not heed, 
But turned to the skies afar ; 
And bared her breast to the trembling ray 
That shot from the rising star. 
The cloud came over the darkened sky, 
And over the waters wide ; 
She looked in vain through the the beating rain 
And sunk in the stormy tide. 

Go x Auttertly seen in x Crowyey Street, 
Willian Pitt Palmer. 
Veo little fluttering thing, 
With the rainbow-tinted wing, 
And the right. at will, to rove 
Sunny lawn or shadowy grove, 
Hast thou left demesnes so blest, 
To be Babel’s wretched guest ? 
Here’s no fitting haunt for thee, 
Boon companion of the bee ! 
Born, like her, with flowers to dwell 
In the sweet sequestered dell, 
And at nature’s board to sip 
Nectar from each blossom’s lip. 
Here, where ’neath man’s iron tread 
Karth’s green beauties all are dead, 











