Wings Shall we know in the Hereafter All the reasons that are hid? Does the butterfly remember What the caterpillar did? How he waited, toiled, and suffered To become the chrysalid. When we creep so slowly upward; When each day new burden brings; When we strive so hard to conquer Vexing sublunary things-- When we wait and toil and suffer, We are working for our wings. |
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