THE DEAR LITTLE WIFE AT HOME.
THE dear little wife at home, John,
With ever so much to do—
Stitches to set, and babies to pet,
And so many thoughts of you—
The beautiful household fairy,
Filling your heart with light;
Whatever you meet to-day, John,
Go cheerfully home to-night. For, tho you are worn and weary,
You needn't be cross or curt;
There are words like darts to gentle hearts;
There are looks that wound and hurt.
With the key in the latch at home, John,
Drop troubles out of sight;
To the dear little wife who is waiting
Go cheerfully home to-night. You know she will come to meet you,
A smile on her sunny face;
And your wee little girl, as pure as a pearl,
Will be there in her childish grace;
And the boy, his father's pride, John,
With eyes so brave and bright;
From the strife and din to the place in peace,
Go cheerily home to-night. What tho the tempter try you,
Tho the shafts of adverse fate
May bustle near, and the sky be drear,
And the laggard fortune wait,
You are passing rich already;
Let the haunting fears take flight;
With the faith that wins success, John,
Go cheerily home to-night.