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Ah Almon Keefer what a boy you were	B
With your back tilted hat and careless hair	C
And open honest fresh fair face and eyes	D
With their all varying looks of pleased surprise	D
And joyous interest in flower and tree	E
And poising humming bird and maundering bee	E
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The fields and woods he knew the tireless tramp	F
With gun and dog and the night fisher's camp	F
No other boy save Bee Lineback had won	G
Such brilliant mastery of rod and gun	G
Even in his earliest childhood had he shown	H
These traits that marked him as his father's own	H
Dogs all paid Almon honor and bow wowed	I
Allegiance let him come in any crowd	I
Of rabbit hunting town boys even though	J
His own dog 'Sleuth' rebuked their acting so	J
With jealous snarls and growlings	J
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But the best	K
Of Almon's virtues leading all the rest	K
Was his great love of books and skill as well	L
In reading them aloud and by the spell	L
Thereof enthralling his mute listeners as	J
They grouped about him in the orchard grass	J
Hinging their bare shins in the mottled shine	M
And shade as they lay prone or stretched supine	M
Beneath their favorite tree with dreamy eyes	J
And Argo fandes voyaging the skies	J
'Tales of the Ocean' was the name of one	G
Old dog's eared book that was surpassed by none	G
Of all the glorious list Its back was gone	N
But its vitality went bravely on	O
In such delicious tales of land and sea	J
As may not ever perish utterly	J
Of still more dubious caste 'Jack Sheppard' drew	P
Full admiration and 'Dick Turpin ' too	P
And painful as the fact is to convey	Q
In certain lurid tales of their own day	Q
These boys found thieving heroes and outlaws	J
They hailed with equal fervor of applause	J
'The League of the Miami' why the name	R
Alone was fascinating is the same	R
In memory this venerable hour	B
Of moral wisdom shorn of all its power	B
As it unblushingly reverts to when	S
The old barn was 'the Cave ' and hears again	S
The signal blown outside the buggy shed	T
The drowsy guard within uplifts his head	T
And '' Who goes there '' is called in bated breath	U
The challenge answered in a hush of death	U
'Sh ' Barney Gray '' And then '' What do you seek ''	-
'' Stables of The League '' the voice comes spent and weak	V
For ha the Law is on the 'Chieftain's' trail	W
Tracked to his very lair Well what avail	W
The 'secret entrance' opens closes So	J
The 'Robber Captain' thus outwits his foe	J
And safe once more within his 'cavern halls '	-
He shakes his clenched fist at the warped plank walls	J
And mutters his defiance through the cracks	J
At the balked Enemy's retreating backs	J
As the loud horde flees pell mell down the lane	X
And Almon Keefer is himself again	S
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Excepting few they were not books indeed	Y
Of deep import that Almon chose to read	T
Less fact than fiction Much he favored those	J
If not in poetry in hectic prose	J
That made our native Indian a wild	Z
Feathered and fine preened hero that a child	Z
Could recommend as just about the thing	A2
To make a god of or at least a king	A2
Aside from Almon's own books two or three	J
His store of lore The Township Library	J
Supplied him weekly All the books with 'or's	J
Sub titled lured him after 'Indian Wars '	-
And 'Life of Daniel Boone ' not to include	B2
Some few books spiced with humor 'Robin Hood'	B2
And rare 'Don Quixote ' And one time he took	C2
'Dadd's Cattle Doctor ' How he hugged the book	C2
And hurried homeward with internal glee	J
And humorous spasms of expectancy	J
All this confession as he promptly made	B2
It the day later writhing in the shade	B2
Of the old apple tree with Johnty and	B2
Bud Noey Bixler and The Hired Hand	B2
Was quite as funny as the book was not	B2
O Wonderland of wayward Childhood what	B2
An easy breezy realm of summer calm	D2
And dreamy gleam and gloom and bloom and balm	D2
Thou art The Lotus Land the poet sung	E2
It is the Child World while the heart beats young	E2
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While the heart beats young O the splendor of the Spring	A2
With all her dewy jewels on is not so fair a thing	A2
The fairest rarest morning of the blossom time of May	Q
Is not so sweet a season as the season of to day	Q
While Youth's diviner climate folds and holds us close caressed	B2
As we feel our mothers with us by the touch of face and breast	B2
Our bare feet in the meadows and our fancies up among	E2
The airy clouds of morning while the heart beats young	E2
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While the heart beats young and our pulses leap and dance	J
With every day a holiday and life a glad romance	J
We hear the birds with wonder and with wonder watch their flight	B2
Standing still the more enchanted both of hearing and of sight	B2
When they have vanished wholly for in fancy wing to wing	A2
We fly to Heaven with them and returning still we sing	A2
The praises of this lower Heaven with tireless voice and tongue	E2
Even as the Master sanctions while the heart beats young	E2
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While the heart beats young While the heart beats young	E2
O green and gold old Earth of ours with azure overhung	E2
And looped with rainbows grant us yet this grassy lap of thine	M
We would be still thy children through the shower and the shine	M
So pray we lisping whispering in childish love and trust	B2
With our beseeching hands and faces lifted from the dust	B2
By fervor of the poem all unwritten and unsung	E2
Thou givest us in answer while the heart beats young	E2

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