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!