Footsteps On The Stairs

in tbe quietbush of evenins. As wewateti the dvinglight Fa'linir loto murkv shadows, Siuking lüto dusky nlght- How utieu from our mueinga Of ift's sorrows añil its cares, Do w turn and muttly listen For tbe footsteps on the stairs. And (rhen midmeht's slumber gently Calms the weary heart to reet, And the soul in jovful vlslons Of ourcLlldlioud's dny is biest; Wnïn tbe past, witb all its music And its o'ri rfmenihi-red airs, Wakens us from our dnams we, lisLen For the footsteps ou the 6tairs. When tbe heart with grief is burdeued. Wiih its daily toilaud pain, And we feel thd suu of pk-asure Will not rlse for us again : And r.tie ppint breathes lts sorrow Forth in sllent, voiet-less prajer, Then wc loDg tu hear the music, Of the footstnps on the stnlrs. In the home of the hereafter, Where the waiting spirith stam!, Watching for their loved ones eominir To that pure r, better land - Then their anecl love will teach us To forgi-t all earthly cares ; Only then wr'll cease to llsteu Fur the footstops on thu stairs.