THREE LOVELY THINGS

I saw three lovely things today, At morn, a little child at play, Her hair a net that caught the sun And held its gold till day was done. At noon, I saw a boy aflame With glowing dreams of love and fame; His eager heart bridged o’er the years, And felt their joy—but not their tears. I saw a toil-worn man at night, Come to a little home, alight With sweet content; upon the stair Wife and child were waiting there. There came three lovely things my way, At morn, at noon, at close of day, And each one brought a gift to me To store within my memory.