Star of the Dawn

• Early dawn came, joyous and white,
  Her small feet dancing, feathery-light.
  With pencils and brushes and oils colored bright,
  She etched this way and that through the oncoming light,
  A faint shadow here, a blue shading there,
  Gay dawn with jewels all over her hair.
  She painted an aura one place in the sky,
  Where a star shone brightly to guide passers-by,
  She lingered happily in a good mood,
  Dreading to leave the star she had wooed,
  And on such a sweet, indescribable morn,
  While the star still shone on, our Savior was born.
  
  M.E.V.
  1934