‘My own little sunbeam is coming,
I know, for the room is so bright.’
“And there is a secret, my Mary—
Perhaps you will learn it some day—
The hand that is willing and loving
Will do the most work on the way.
“And the work that is sweetest and dearest—
The great work that so many ne’er do—
The work of making folks happy
Can be done by a lassie like you.”