"There's someone in the lower hall; See who it is." "Just Dad, that's all." Just Dad returning to his door, His labor done, the long day o'er, His back perhaps a little bent, His body weary, yet content, His step perhaps a little slow, And yet how glad to see the glow Stream out across the evening gloam! -- Just Dad, that's all, just coming home. The food is on the table, bright The living-room with yellow light. The furnace sends its pleasant heat And bids the wintertime retreat. Outside the dark, outside the storm, But all within is snug and warm. The roof is strong, the wall secure, And peace and joy and comfort sure. "There's someone in the lower hall; See who it is." "Just Dad, that's all." |