That you’d want, while you had all these beautiful things;
Besides you have papa and me.
So I wished for a ladder, so long that ’twould stand
One end by our own cottage door,
And the other go up past the moon and the stars,
And lean against heaven’s white floor.
Then I’d get you to put on my pretty white dress,
With my sash and my darling new shoes;
And I’d find some white roses to take up to God,
The most beautiful ones I could choose.