In a far land upon a day, <br />Where never snow did fall, <br />Three kings went riding on the way <br />Bearing presents all. <br /> <br />And one wore red, and one wore gold, <br />And one was clad in green, <br />And one way young, and one was old, <br />And one was in between. <br /> <br />The middle one had human sense, <br />The young had loving eyes, <br />The old had much experience, <br />And all of them were wise. <br /> <br />Choosing no guide by eve and morn <br />But heaven's starry drifts, <br />They rode to find the Newly-Born <br />For whom they carried gifts. <br /> <br />Oh, far away in time they rode <br />Upon their wanderings, <br />And still in story goes abroad <br />The riding of the Kings. <br /> <br />So wise, that in their chosen hour, <br />As through the world they filed, <br />They sought not wealth or place or power, <br />But rode to find a child.<br /><br />Eleanor Farjeon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-a-far-land-upon-a-day/
