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Show The Footstep on tlie Stair. Oh. the hours 1 have aited. Listening for the footst: i.ffii. That would tod me of tho voniinf Of a maiden, beaming bright. Soft the footstep, frently falling On the old and winding stair: Tel 1 catch the furthest who; Ne'er it takes me unawares. Every morn I listen for It, Every eve I hark again. For I know that it is coming, And iny waiting's not m vela. Whose this soft and gentle tootetep That I bear upon the siair Who this ever faithful niai len. Young and shy, but oh ! so fair) Ah, it Is my landlord's daughter Mom and noon and evening sent; By her grim, persistent parent, Vj'lo ink me for the rvuu Hosto Ounrle |