At Last

I hold you at last in my hand,
Exquisite child of the air.
Can I ever understand
How you grew to be so fair'

Now I hold you fast in my hand,
You marvelous butterfly,
Till you help me to understand
The eternal mystery.

From that creeping thing in the dust
To this shining bliss in the blue!
God give me courage to trust
I can break my chrysalis too!

Alice Freeman Palmer

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