Of the day when she sang it long ago,
When her life was young and her heart was strong.[[2]]
Grandmother’s children have left her now,--
The large old house is a shadowed place;
But shining out in the sunset glow
Of her life, like a star, comes the baby’s face.
He lies where of old his father lay,
And softly she sings him the same sweet strain,
Till the years intervening are swept away,
And the joys of life’s morning are hers again.[[3]]