Poems (Freston)/A Perfect Day
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A PERFECT DAY
It was the very sweetest day!
"And why?" you say?
"Did the sun shine?" I do not know.
My dearest friend, I'll own to you,
I knew not if the sky was blue,
Or if it rained, or if the snow
Floated, small wonders, to and fro,
But oh! it was a perfect day!
"And why?" you say?
"Did the sun shine?" I do not know.
My dearest friend, I'll own to you,
I knew not if the sky was blue,
Or if it rained, or if the snow
Floated, small wonders, to and fro,
But oh! it was a perfect day!
It was a day that memory shrines.
"And why?" It shines
Out from all others, like the star
Three wise men followed, till it drew
Them to a manger, there to view
A baby Christ. And from afar
I watch and love my guiding star;
And yes, it, too, was Christmas Day.
"And why?" It shines
Out from all others, like the star
Three wise men followed, till it drew
Them to a manger, there to view
A baby Christ. And from afar
I watch and love my guiding star;
And yes, it, too, was Christmas Day.
But it was more than other days!
"And why this praise?
Was it a gift that you hold dear?"
Yes, friend, the richest gift I own,
The sweetest I have ever known,—
Four little words breathed in mine ear,—
Only four words,—"I love you dear,"
But oh, they glorified the day!
"And why this praise?
Was it a gift that you hold dear?"
Yes, friend, the richest gift I own,
The sweetest I have ever known,—
Four little words breathed in mine ear,—
Only four words,—"I love you dear,"
But oh, they glorified the day!