H. M. ANDREWS

I met a sage at the break of day, And he welcomed me with a smile; He spoke his words of encouragement And we parted after a while. I met a fair lady when all was bright, And the sun was burning on high; She turned to me with her deep, dark eyes And sold herself for a lie. I met a child when the world was dark And I was drear and alone; The child spoke naught, But the dark became light; The day of glory had come. The barren ground shone with splendour high, Bare branches dripped with gold, And the earth was transformed to heaven, Just as the sage foretold.