Her Lover's Step.

Step, step, step, 'tis her lover's walk,             She knows his step as well's his talk;             He is the favorite of her choice,             So his step's familiar as his voice.             Step, step, step, she now is wed,             And it is now her husband's tread;             His homeward step it cheers her life,             For she is a kind faithful wife.             But he the husband and yet lover,             His steps at last do cease forever;             And she doth soon hear the tread             Of men who do bear out the dead.             Her heart it now doth throb with pain,             Though she knows sorrow is but vain;             For him she never can recall,             And no more hear his footsteps fall.             But still she hopes he yet will come             And visit her in their old home;             But time approaches, she must die,             Her husband's footsteps she hears nigh.             Step, step, step, we ne'er shall part,             I hear the echo in my heart;             Now happiness dispels the gloom,             Radiant with joy my face doth bloom.             Pain and suffering all are past,             She joyous cried he's come at last;             And soon she breathes out her last breath,             He guides her through the vale of death.