Classic Poem

In the farmhouse door grandmother stands
With lovelit face and outstretched hands,
While up the road with flying feet
Comes little Marjie, flushed and sweet;
In through the gate she trips so gay,
Singing all the way, singing all the way.

“Gran'ma,” she cries, “I never missed
One word in all the spelling list.
To-morrow I'll be at the head,
An' teacher praised me when I read;
So I came home from school to-day
Singing all the way, singing all the way.”

Grandmother kissed the little one,
Then wistful watched the sinking sun,
Where, back of clouds and changing skies,
A wondrous city seemed to rise.
She's always glad, that woman gray—
Singing all the way, singing all the way.