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Show "The Man Land." Litle boy, little boy, would you go' so soon. To the land where the grown man lives Would you barter, your toys and your fairy -things For the things that the , grown man gives? Would you leave the haven whose days a re Rat With the jewels of Love's alloy For the land of emptiness and regret? Would you go, little boy, little boy? It's a land. far off. little boy, little boy. And the way it is dark and steen: And once you have passed through its doors, little boy. You mayn't even come back to steep. There is no tucking in, no good-night kiss.. Xo mornings of childhood joy. It's passion and pain you give for this. Think well, little boy, little boy! Little boy. little boy, can't you see the ghosts . That live in the land off there; The "broken, hearts," "fair hopes," all dead: - "Lost faith" and "grim despair?" There's a train for that land In the after years. When old Time rushes in to destroy The wall that sands 'tween the joy and the tears So don't go, little boy. little boy! Maynard Waite in Metropolitan Magazine. |