English poem
Moral
by Harrison Weir (1824–1906)
Pleasure, like the Butterfly, Will still elude as we draw nigh; And when we think we hold it fast, Will, like the insect, breathe its last.
Versos English Harrison Weir Moral
Versos English Harrison Weir Moral
English poem
by Harrison Weir (1824–1906)
Pleasure, like the Butterfly, Will still elude as we draw nigh; And when we think we hold it fast, Will, like the insect, breathe its last.