“O, mamma!” she cried, “hurry, hurry,
Here’s something I want you to see.”
I went to the window; before her
A velvet-winged butterfly flew,
And the pansies themselves were not brighter
Than the beautiful creature in hue.
“Oh! isn’t it pretty?” cried Elsie,
With eager and wondering eyes,
As she watched it soar lazily upward
Against the soft blue of the skies.