My Boy

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My Boy

I hear you singing happily,

My boy of tarnished mien,

Lifting your limpid, trustful gaze

In innocence serene.

A thousand javelins of pain

Assault my heaving breast

When I behold the storm of years

That beat without your nest.

O sing, my lark, your matin song

Of joyous rhapsody,

Distil the sweetness of the hours

In gladsome ecstasy.

For time awaits your buoyant flight

Across the bar of years,

Sing, sing your song, my bonny lark,

Before it melts in tears!