Show ar A rr k lincoln the boy box by james whitcomb riley oh simple as the rhymes that tell the simplest enles of youth or simple as a miracle beside the simplest truth so simple seems the view we share with our immortals sheer prom from glory looking down to where they were aa as children hero here i oh thus wo we know and doubt it not the boy ho he must have been whose whoso budding heart bloomed with tho the thought all men are kith and kin with lovelight love lovo light in his eyes and shade of prescient tears because only of such a boy were made the loving man he was |