Wherever he breathed, wherever he stepped,
By the light of the morn were seen
Most beautiful things—there were flowers and trees,
There were bevies of birds and swarms of bees;
There were cities and temples and towers; and these
All pictured in silvery sheen!
But he did one thing that was hardly fair—
He peeped in the cupboard; and finding there
That all had forgotten for him to prepare—
“Now just to set them a-thinking,