And I smiled on him as he went.
My boy! 'Twas well he couldn't know
My darkest dread, or what it meant --
Just what it meant to smile and smile
And let my son go cheerily --
My son . . . and wondering all the while
What stranger would come back to me.
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2014/4/24 - 15:23
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