And try to understand the words
My True Love said to me!

If I might go with my True Love,
To some far, dream-swept land;
I would not miss the world, for I
Could always touch Love's hand,
And feel the magic of his lips --
Oh, by the singing sea,
And Eden-place would bloom a-new
For my True Love and me!



COMPREHENSION -- A MOTHER'S SONG

I KNOW HOW MARY FELT, THERE IN THE HAY,
MY LITTLE SON WAS BORN ON CHRISTMAS DAY!

I know, as she bent tenderly above Him,
She did not think of majesty or power,
For he was hers -- and she was there to love Him!
His hands, as pinkly tinted as a flower,
Seemed all too small to carve His deathless story --
What though a star gleamed glorious to guide
Him?
She snatched Him to her breast as if to hide Him
From harm, and fear, and even -- yes, from glory.

And when the wise men came to give their treasure,