Put away the little playthings
That the darling used to wear,
She will need them on earth never,—
She has climbed the golden stair;
She is with the happy angels,
And I long for her sweet kiss,
Where her little feet are waiting
In the realm of perfect bliss.…
Kiss the little curly tresses
Cut from her bright, golden hair,—
Do the angels kiss our darling
In the realm so bright and fair?
Oh! we pray to meet our darling
For a long, long, sweet embrace,
Where the little feet are waiting—
And we meet her face to face.
“Where the Little Feet Are Waiting;” or, “The Golden Stair” (1866)
Transcription by A. P. Wyman. Words by W. Dexter Smith, Jr.
Music by Joseph Philbrick Webster, 1819-1875.