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Show Be a Good Boy; Good-Bye. By John L. Shroy. How oft in my dreams I go back to the day When I stood at our old wooden gate, And started to school in full battle array ar-ray Well armed with a primer and slate. And as the latch fell I thought myself free. And I gloried, I fear, on the sly, Till I heard a kind voice that whispered to me: "Be a good boy; good-bye." "Be a good boy; good-bye." They have followed me in all these years; They have given a form to my youthful dreams, And they scattered my foolish fears. They have stayed by feet on many a brink, Unseen by a blinded eye: For just in time I would pause and think: "Be a good boy; good-bye." Oh, brother of mine, in the battle of life. Just starting, or nearing its close, This motto aloft, in the midst of the strife, ' Will conquer wherever it goes. Mistakes you will make, for each of us errs. But, brother, just honestly try-To try-To accomplish your best. ii whatever occurs, "Be a good boy; good-bye." Saturday Evening Post. |