Was always at the door to claim the kiss
That you, with father's tenderness, bestowed.
Alas! for her—for you—the last return!
One fatal night you yielded to the tempter,
And drained the drunkard's cup till reason fled,
And then went reeling home, your brain on fire,
And, raging like a tiger in the toils,
You fancied every human form a foe.
And when that little girl, like playful fawn,
Unconscious of your state, came bounding forth