Had I but seen the sun 

And followed down the moon 

With eyes that wondered at the stars, 

What things I could have done! 


For every sun I saw, I could have found another 

And every moon I marveled at, I would have flown around. 

For every star we gazed at, Mother, 

I would have pulled one down. 


But you have never seen your son, 

And when your vision fades, 

Who will lead you by the hand, 

As I’d have gladly done?