And dreams, with wistful face:
“I would that I had questioned them,
So I the way might trace!
“When morning comes with blessèd light,
I’ll early be awake;
My staff in hand I’ll go,—perchance,
Those strangers I’ll o’ertake;
And, for the Child some little toys
I’ll carry, for His sake.”
The morning came, and, staff in hand,