Poems (Piatt)/Volume 1/After Wings

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IN COMPANY WITH CHILDREN.

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AFTER WINGS.
This was your butterfly, you see. His fine wings made him vain?—The caterpillars crawl, but he Passed them in rich disdain?—My pretty boy says, "Let him be Only a worm again?"
Oh child, when things have learned to wear Wings once, they must be fainTo keep them always high and fair. Think of the creeping painWhich even a butterfly must bear To be a worm again!
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