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To A Boy Whistling

The smiling face of a happy

With its enchanted

Is now unlocking in

My store of heartiest joy.

And my lost life again to-day,

In pleasant colors all aglow,

From rainbow tints, to pure white snow,

Is a panorama sliding away.

The whistled air of a simple

Eddies and whirls my thoughts around,

As fairy balloons of

Sail through the air of June.

O happy boy with untaught grace!

What is there in the world to

That can buy one hour of the life you

Or the trivial cause of your smiling face!

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James Whitcomb Riley

James Whitcomb Riley (October 7, 1849 – July 22, 1916) was an American writer, poet, and best-selling author. During his lifetime he was known a…

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