KISS HER AND TELL HER SO.

You've a neat little wife at home, John,
As sweet as you'd wish to see;
As faithful and gentle-hearted,
As fond as wife can be;
A genuine home-loving woman,
Not caring for fuss and shoe;
She's dearer to you than life, John;
Then kiss her and tell her so.

Your dinners are promptly served, John,
As, likewise, your breakfast and tea;
Your wardrobe is always in order,
With buttons where buttons should be.
Her house is a cosy home-nest, John,
A heaven of rest below;
You'd think she's a rare little treasure;
Then kiss her and tell her so.

She's a good wife and true to you, John,
Let fortune be foul or fair;
Of whatever comes to you, John.
She cheerfully bears her share;
You feel she's a brave, true helper.
And perhaps far more than you know
'Twil lighten her end of the load, John;
Just to kiss her and tell her so.

There's a cross-road somewhere in life, John,
Where a hand on a guiding stone
Will signal one "over the rifer,"
And the other must go on alone,
Should she reach the last milestone first, John
'Twill be comfort amid your woe
To know that while loving her here, John,
You kissed and told her so.  

~~ Little Sheldon, Conklin's Dakotian. ~~