She met a cherub driving
A brace of butterflies,
While dancing on a gorgeous one,
Away in wonder-skies.
She saw an angel lighting
The stars up one by one,
As he balanced on a cloudlet
That was left behind the sun.
She heard angelic music,
Far up, the blue along,
And knew 'twas Mary crooning o'er
Her first sweet cradle-song.
She saw such wondrous pictures,
So beautiful and grand,
Such skyscapes and such cloudscapes,
Such waterscapes and land.
But now the fluttering insects
All round her plainly told
That she was nearing Mother Earth
Far o'er the daisy-wold;
And startled at the distance
From home, the baby screaming
And mother still a-mending there,
Told Nanny she'd been dreaming.
THE RACE.
