How many times we've said good night
And kissed her as we turned away,
Knowing that with the morning light
She'd greet the beauty of the day.
We left her sleeping in her bed
And tiptoed gently from her room,
And when the soft "good night" was said,
The parting brought no touch of gloom.
She would be there when we should rise,
To greet us with her lovely smile—
The sunbeams dancing in her eyes,
And night seemed such a little while.
Her spirit, till the break of day,
Would leave this little world of ours
For brighter realms wherein to play,
Where fairies danced among the flowers.
Sometimes we watched her as she dreamed
And knew that she was free from care,
And always lovelier she seemed
When morning found her smiling there.
"Good night, good night! sweet Marjorie!"
We will be brave with you away.
Some glad to-morrow there shall be,
We'll come to you at break of day.
The Man Who Gets Promoted
The ordinary fellow does an ordinary task,
He's mighty fond of "good enough" and lets it go at that;
But the chap who gets promoted, or the raise he doesn't ask,
Has just a little something more than hair beneath his hat.
The ordinary fellow lives an ordinary day,
With the ordinary fellow he is anxious to be quit;
But the chap who draws attention and the larger weekly pay,
Has a vision for the future and is working hard for it.