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Show The Boy That You Used to Be. (Baltimore American.) Would you know him affain today. If he somehow should come to you. If he halted you' on the way. Would your memory serve you true? Writh the air of the old boy-days, With the smile, that was glad and free, Would you know, if he met your gaze-Just gaze-Just the boy that you used to be? Ho! The boy that you used to be. Ere you wrinkled with care and fret! What a wonder if you could see That boy! Isn't he living yet? Does he never come back in dreams, Made of memory's witchery? Straight and fair In Its rosy gleams-Just gleams-Just the boy that you used to be! Do you never hold speech with him In that past with its afterglow? See his figure, though blurred and dim? Ask him why did he ever aro? Do you never go hand-in-hand Wander back, till apain you see All the charm of the old boy-land. With the boy that you used to 'be? Does he know you, when oft he comes Where you're dreaming your dreams alone? Is the melody that he hums But the one that to son"- has grown' Honest-hearted, and white of soul-Do soul-Do you know such a one as he? Then you're reaching the greatest goal-Just goal-Just the boy that you used to be! |
