Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt
Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt Poems
|1.||Army of Occupation||3/19/2016|
|2.||Army of Occupation||12/11/2017|
|3.||Counsel—In the South||12/11/2017|
|4.||Giving Back the Flower||12/11/2017|
|5.||Hearing the Battle.—July 21, 1861||12/11/2017|
|6.||The Old Slave-Music||12/11/2017|
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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 warm again!'
O child, when things have learned to wear
Sings once, they must be fain
To keep them always high and fair:
Think of the creeping pain
Which even a butterfly must bear
To be a warm again!