"I'll look around a bit to see
What man has earned some help from me."
She found a man whose hands were soiled
Because from day to day he'd toiled.
He'd dreamed by night and worked by day
To make life's contest go his way.
He'd kept his post and daily slaved,
And something of his wage he'd saved.
He'd clutched at every circumstance
Which might have been his golden chance.
The goddess smiled and then, kerslap!
She dropped her favor in his lap.
Lonely
They're all away
And the house is still,
And the dust lies thick
On the window sill,
And the stairway creaks
In a solemn tone
This taunting phrase:
"You are all alone."
They've gone away
And the rooms are bare;
I miss his cap
From a parlor chair.
And I miss the toys
In the lonely hall,
But most of any
I miss his call.
I miss the shouts
And the laughter gay
Which greeted me
At the close of day,
And there isn't a thing
In the house we own
But sobbingly says:
"You are all alone."
It's only a house
That is mine to know,
An empty house
That is cold with woe;
Like a prison grim
With its bars of black,
And it won't be home
Till they all come back.
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