Poems (Freston)/A Perfect Day
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!
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.
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!