At the window sweet faces I meet.
Little faces that lit’rally beam on the street,
Untutored in Life’s trying school,
That seem fashioned, my friends, as if just to repeat
For our lesson the sweet, golden rule.
Oft they give us a smile, when a frown we return
A kiss prompts the pout of their lip,
And though we go by with a step proud and stern,
How lightly beside us they trip!
Catching the leaves that drift in at the door,