She always stood upon the steps
  Just by the cottage door,
Waiting to kiss me when I came
  Each night home from the store.
Her eyes were like two glorious stars,
  Dancing in heaven’s own blue—
“Papa,” she ’d call like a wee bird,
  “I ’s looten out for oo!”

Alas! how sadly do our lives
  Change as we onward roam!...