THE DIFFERENCE

When the factories all are silenced,

And night brings her balm of sleep,

What are your last dear waking thoughts

Ere you drift into slumber deep?

Why, Darling Mine! they are all of work,

As your mind reviews the day:

Of the men you meet, of progress made,

Of struggles to make your way.

But I — when I nestle among the sheets,

Ere sleep my tired eyes woo,

Just count and repeat the loving words

That have fall'n to-day from you!