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Blessings on thee little man	A
Barefoot boy with cheek of tan	A
With thy turned up pantaloons	B
And thy merry whistled tunes	B
With thy red lip redder still	C
Kissed by strawberries on the hill	C
With the sunshine on thy face	D
Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace	D
From my heart I give thee joy	E
I was once a barefoot boy	E
Prince thou art the grown up man	A
Only is republican	F
Let the million dollared ride	G
Barefoot trudging at his side	G
Thou hast more than he can buy	H
In the reach of ear and eye	H
Outward sunshine inward joy	E
Blessings on thee barefoot boy	E
	-
Oh for boyhood's painless play	I
Sleep that wakes in laughing day	I
Health that mocks the doctor's rules	J
Knowledge never learned of schools	J
Of the wild bee's morning chase	D
Of the wild flower's time and place	D
Flight of fowl and habitude	I
Of the tenants of the wood	I
How the tortoise bears his shell	K
How the woodchuck digs his cell	K
And the ground mole sinks his well	K
How the robin feeds her young	L
How the oriole's nest is hung	L
Where the whitest lilies blow	M
Where the freshest berries grow	M
Where the ground nut trails its vine	N
Where the wood grape's clusters shine	N
Of the black wasp's cunning way	I
Mason of his walls of clay	I
And the architectural plans	O
Of gray hornet artisans	P
For eschewing books and tasks	Q
Nature answers all he asks	Q
Hand in hand with her he walks	R
Face to face with her he talks	R
Part and parcel of her joy	E
Blessings on the barefoot boy	E
	-
Oh for boyhood's time of June	S
Crowding years in one brief moon	S
When all things I heard or saw	T
Me their master waited for	U
I was rich in flowers and trees	V
Humming birds and honey bees	V
For my sport the squirrel played	I
Plied the snouted mole his spade	I
For my taste the blackberry cone	W
Purpled over hedge and stone	W
Laughed the brook for my delight	I
Through the day and through the night	I
Whispering at the garden wall	X
Talked with me from fall to fall	X
Mine the sand rimmed pickerel pond	I
Mine the walnut slopes beyond	I
Mine on bending orchard trees	V
Apples of Hesperides	V
Still as my horizon grew	Y
Larger grew my riches too	Y
All the world I saw or knew	Y
Seemed a complex Chinese toy	E
Fashioned for a barefoot boy	E
	-
Oh for festal dainties spread	I
Like my bowl of milk and bread	I
Pewter spoon and bowl of wood	I
On the door stone gray and rude	I
O'er me like a regal tent	I
Cloudy ribbed the sunset bent	I
Purple curtained fringed with gold	I
Looped in many a wind swung fold	I
While for music came the play	I
Of the pied frogs' orchestra	Z
And to light the noisy choir	A2
Lit the fly his lamp of fire	A2
I was monarch pomp and joy	E
Waited on the barefoot boy	E
	-
Cheerily then my little man	A
Live and laugh as boyhood can	A
Though the flinty slopes be hard	I
Stubble speared the new mown sward	I
Every morn shall lead thee through	Y
Fresh baptisms of the dew	Y
Every evening from thy feet	I
Shall the cool wind kiss the heat	I
All too soon these feet must hide	I
In the prison cells of pride	I
Lose the freedom of the sod	I
Like a colt's for work be shod	I
Made to tread the mills of toil	B2
Up and down in ceaseless moil	B2
Happy if their track be found	I
Never on forbidden ground	I
Happy if they sink not in	C2
Quick and treacherous sands of sin	C2
Ah that thou couldst know thy joy	E
Ere it passes barefoot boy	E

John Greenleaf Whittier

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