Where did you come from, Mother , and why?
You slipped from the hand of Morn.
A child’s clear eyes have wondered why
Since the very first child was born.
What shall I do here, Mother and when?
You’ll dream in a waking sleep,
Then sow your dreams in the minds of men
Till the time shall come to reap.
What do me long for, Mother, and why?
They long for a star’s bright rays,
And when they have glimpsed at a tiny light
They follow with songs of praise.
Where does that star shine, Mother, and when?
It glows in the hearts of a few.
So close your eyes, while I pray, dear child,
Th
