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KE some vision olden Of far other time,
When the age was golden,
In the young world's
Is thy soft pipe ringing,

Cold blows the wind, and while the tear Bursts trembling from my swollen eyes,
The rain's big drop, quick meets it there, And on my naked bosom flies
O pity, all ye sons of Joy, The little wand'ring Negro-boy
These tatter'd clothes,...

Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade How cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood;
Blue with all malice, like a madman's flash;
And thinly drawn with famishing for flesh
Lend him to stroke these blind, blunt bullet-heads Whi...

When I was a boy a god would often rescue me from the shouting and violence of humans
Then, safe and well,
I would play with the meadow flowers, and heaven's breezes would play with me
And as you delight the heart of plants, stretch...

The smiling face of a happy
With its enchanted
Is now unlocking in
My store of heartiest joy

Nine grenadiers, with bayonets in their guns;
Nine bakers' baskets, with hot cross buns;
Nine brown elephants standing in a row;
Nine new velocipedes, good ones to go;

Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan
With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn bri...

Up in the attic where I
When I was a boy, a little boy,
In through the lattice the moonlight crept,
Bringing a tide of dreams that

Yesterday for my birthday,
I started off
with a bottle of wine
I took the train

There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs And islands of Winander
many a time,
At evening, when the earliest stars
To move along the edges of the hills,

So went our boys when Edward Sixth, the King,
Chartered Christ's Hospital, and died
And so Full fifteen generations in a string Of heirs to his bequest have had to go
Thus Camden showed, and Barnes, and Stillingfleet,

The little boy lost in the lonely fen, Led by the wandering light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh, Appeared like his father, in white
He kissed the child, and by the hand led, And to his mother brought,
Who in sorrow pale, through...