Bronze (Johnson)/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 breastWhen 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!
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