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136 But looked and longed for the butterfly now,
 * As the soft wind bore him on.

Nearer and nearer the bright form came,
 * And fairer the blossoms grew;

Each welcomed him, in her sweetest tones;
 * Each offered her honey and dew.

But in vain did they beckon, and smile, and call,
 * And wider their leaves unclose;

The glittering form still floated on,
 * By Violet, Daisy, and Rose.

Lightly it flew to the pleasant home
 * Of the flower most truly fair,

On Clover's breast he softly lit,
 * And folded his bright wings there.

"Dear flower," the butterfly whispered low,
 * "Long hast thou waited for me;

Now I am come, and my grateful love
 * Shall brighten thy home for thee;

Thou hast loved and cared for me, when alone,
 * Hast watched o'er me long and well;

And now will I strive to show the thanks
 * The poor worm could not tell.

Sunbeam and breeze shall come to thee,
 * And the coolest dews that fall;

Whate'er a flower can wish is thine,
 * For thou art worthy all.

And the home thou shared with the friendless worm
 * The butterfly's home shall be;

And thou shalt find, dear, faithful flower,
 * A loving friend in me."