Long, long ago, or so I've been told,
Two saints, they met on the streets paved with gold.
"By the stars in your crown," said the one to the other,
"I see that on earth you, too, were a mother.

And by the blue tinted halo, I see that you wear,
You, too, have known sorrow and deepest despair."
"Ah, yes," came the answer, "I once had a son.
A sweet little lad, full of laughter and fun."

"But, tell of your child!" "Oh, I knew I was blest,
The first moment I held Him, close to my breast;
And my heart almost burst with the joy of that day."
"Ah, yes," sighed the other, "I felt the same way." 

The former continued, "The first steps he took--
So eager and breathless--the sweet startled look
Which came over his face--he trusted me so."
"Ah, yes," sighed the other, "how well do I know."

"But so…