SHE'S MY HEART'S DELIGHT.
Copyright, 1890, by M. Witmark & Sons.
Words by J. F. Staley. Music by George C. Staley.
Along the mountain path she glides, enwrapped in childish mirth,
Her voice is heard by faithful guides, who have loved her from her birth;
Her sunlit face reveals within a nature pure and sweet,
To me she's one so rarely seen, my own, my joy complete.
For I love you, my baby girl,
With eyes so blue and hair in curl;
Treasure mine, with cheeks so fair,
Angels will guard thee is ever my prayer.
She's my heart's delight, so fair and so sweet,
My treasure bright I fondly greet;
Her childish heart as pure "as the pearl,
My own, my baby girl.
When morning's sun has kissed the rose she's romping, blithe and gay,
Refreshed by slumber's sweet repose, she is bright throughout the day;
Her face, e'er beaming with delight, is one we loudly greet,
No star could e'er reflect more bright, my own, my joy complete.-Rep. & Cho.