Alexandria gazette & advertiser. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1822-1824, 1824-09-30
POETRY.
The following is taken from avolume emit
tied .Peet;cal Vlgis, by Bernard Barton.

The following is taken from volume emit,
led .Poetical Vigis.' by Bernard Barton.
= THE BUTTERFLY.
Beautiful creature! have been
Moments uncounted watching thee,
Now fitting round the foliage green
OF yonder dark, embow'ring tree;
And now again, In frolick glee,
lowering round these opening flowers,
Happy as natures child should be,
Born to enjoy her lovehest bowers.
And l have gazed upon thy fight,
Till feelings can scarce dehHes
Awaken'd by so fair sight,
With desultory thoughts comolne,
Not to induce me to rePine,
Or envy thee my happiness:
But from lot so bright as thine
TO borrow musings born to bless.
For unto him whose spirit reads
81 Creation with Christians eye,
Each happy living creature pleads
The cause of Him who reigns on high;
. Who spanned the earth and arch'd the sky,
Gave life to every thing that lives,
And stin dehghteth to supply
With happiness the lhs he glvese
This truth may boast but little worth,
Enforced by rhee'rick's frigid powers;--
But when it has its quiet birth
In contemplatioa's silent hours;
When Summers brightly peopled bowers
Bring home its teachings to the heart,
Then birds ard insects, shrubs and flowers,
Its touching eloquenee impart.
Then thou, delightful creature. who
Vert yesterday a sightlsss worm,
Becom'st a symbol fair and true
of hopes that own 40 mortal term;
In thy proud change we see the germ
Ofman's sublimer destiny,
With hottest oracles con6rm
The type of Immortality
A change more glorious far than thine,
Fen. I, thy fellow worm, may KNOW
When this exhausted frame OF mine
Down to its kindred dust shall 90;
When the anxiety and wo
OF BEINGS embryo state snail seem
Like phantoms fitting to and fro
Ia some confus'd and feverish dream,
For thee, who Hittesr gaily now,
With all thy nature asks-supPhsd,
A few brief summer days, and thou
No more amid these haunts shall glides
AS hopes fair herald-iR thy pride
The sylph-like genius of the scene,
fur sunk In dark obivion's tide,
Snail be-as thou hadst never been!
While Alaa's immortal part, when time
Shall set the chainless spirit free,
Nav seek brighter. happier CLINE
Than Fancy e'er could feign for theel
Thou IN brief her fairy'bowers may be.
Yetbrisht as bright their beauties fade
And sad experience mourn to see
Each grand Hope trusted in-deeay'S
But in those regions, calm and pure,
To which our holiest wishes cling,
Joys, that eternafiy endure,
Shall bloom in everlasting Spring:
There seraph harps of golden string,
Are vocal 10 the great ! AM,
And so ais redeem'd their anthems sing
Of grateful praises to rHE LAMB!
Shall they who here anticipate,
Though Faiths strong vision, eaSle'eyed,
Those Joys Immortal that await
Angelic spirits purified.
shall such, however deeply tried,
Fer cast their glorious hopes away!
Obi be those hopes their heaven ward guide,
Their steadfast anchor. and their stay.
Though many flower that 'wsetly dsck'd
Lies early path, but bloom'd to fade;
Through sorrow, poverty, neglect
Now seem to wrap their souls IN shade
Let these look upward, unaismay'd,
From thorny paths, in anguish trod,
To regions wherein light array'd,
Still dwolls their SsyioVu, and their God.
Sport on, then, lovely Summer fly,
With whom began my motive strain
Yet purer Joys their hopes supply.
Who, by Faiths alchemy, obtain
Comfort in sorrow, bliss IN pain,
Freedom IN bondges, light IN gloom,
Through earthly losses heavenly gain,
And Lire IMMORTAL through the tomb
MISCELLANY.