WINGS

by: Danske Dandridge (1854-1914)

      HALL 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.

"Wings" is reprinted from Joy, and Other Poems. Danske Dandridge. New York: G.P. Putnam's Sons, 1900.

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