It is time that I am done with all butterfly-hunting!
(Charles Spurgeon, "Flowers from a Puritan's Garden" 1883)
"As children catch at butterflies,
the gaudy wings melt away in their fingers,
and there remains nothing but an ugly worm!"
Such is the end of all earthly ambitions!
They cost us a weary pursuit,
and if we gain our desire--
it is destroyed in the grasping of it!
Alas, poor rich man, who has wealth--
but has lost the power to enjoy it!
Alas, poor famous man, who in hunting
for honor, has learned its emptiness!
Alas, poor beautiful woman, who in making
a conquest of a false heart, has pierced
her own with undying sorrow!
A butterfly-hunt takes a child into danger,
wearies him, trips him down, and often
ends in his missing the pretty insect.
If, however, the boy is able to knock
down his victim with his hat--
he has crushed the beauty for
which he undertook the chase,
and his victory defeats him!
The parallel is clear to every eye.
For my part, let me sooner be
the schoolboy, dashing after
the painted insect--
than his father worrying and
wearying to snatch at something
more deceptive still.
It is time that I am done
with all butterfly-hunting!
My years are warning me that
I may hope soon to be with CHRIST
HIMSELF, and see greater beauties
than this whole creation can set before me!
I am now bent on pursuing nothing but that
which is eternal and infinite. Keep me
to this resolve, I beseech you LORD.
(Charles Spurgeon, "Flowers from a Puritan's Garden" 1883)
"As children catch at butterflies,
the gaudy wings melt away in their fingers,
and there remains nothing but an ugly worm!"
Such is the end of all earthly ambitions!
They cost us a weary pursuit,
and if we gain our desire--
it is destroyed in the grasping of it!
Alas, poor rich man, who has wealth--
but has lost the power to enjoy it!
Alas, poor famous man, who in hunting
for honor, has learned its emptiness!
Alas, poor beautiful woman, who in making
a conquest of a false heart, has pierced
her own with undying sorrow!
A butterfly-hunt takes a child into danger,
wearies him, trips him down, and often
ends in his missing the pretty insect.
If, however, the boy is able to knock
down his victim with his hat--
he has crushed the beauty for
which he undertook the chase,
and his victory defeats him!
The parallel is clear to every eye.
For my part, let me sooner be
the schoolboy, dashing after
the painted insect--
than his father worrying and
wearying to snatch at something
more deceptive still.
It is time that I am done
with all butterfly-hunting!
My years are warning me that
I may hope soon to be with CHRIST
HIMSELF, and see greater beauties
than this whole creation can set before me!
I am now bent on pursuing nothing but that
which is eternal and infinite. Keep me
to this resolve, I beseech you LORD.
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