(Great white wings had each glorious one),—
And a snowy feather fluttered down
On the muddy street of a dirty town.
Poverty passed, and wealth came speeding;
Business and pleasure turned their wheels;
But the feather lay, as men trod, unheeding,
Stamped and crushed by a thousand heels.
And the message it brought remained untold,
Save to a child with a head of gold.
Up in a garret, all tearfully fretting,