"FATHER'S COMING!"

h, Father is coming! Through all the long day We thought of him often, When he was away; We knew he was working While we were at play. He'll be tired, I think; I have set him a chair In his own cosy corner— He likes to sit there— And we'll bring him his slippers, His old favourite pair. I think it's the nicest To watch at the gate; And Dolly sits by us While thus we all wait. He'll be here very soon— It's so seldom he's late. See, Baby knows too Who is coming to-night; She is crowing, and clapping Her hands with delight! There's his footstep at last! Oh, hurrah! he's in sight.