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There's something in a noble boy	A
A brave free hearted careless one	B
With his unchecked unbidden joy	A
His dread of books and love of fun	B
And in his clear and ready smile	C
Unshaded by a thought of guile	C
And unrepressed by sadness	D
Which brings me to my childhood back	E
As if I trod its very track	E
And felt its very gladness	D
And yet it is not in his play	F
When every trace of thought is lost	G
And not when you would call him gay	F
That his bright presence thrills me most	H
His shout may ring upon the hill	I
His voice be echoed in the hall	J
His merry laugh like music trill	I
And I unheeding hear it all	J
For like the wrinkles on my brow	K
I scarcely notice such things now	K
But when amid the earnest game	L
He stops as if he music heard	M
And heedless of his shouted name	L
As of the carol of a bird	M
Stands gazing on the empty air	N
As if some dream were passing there	N
'T is then that on his face I look	O
His beautiful but thoughtful face	D
And like a long forgotten book	O
Its sweet familiar meaning trace	D
Remembering a thousand things	D
Which passed me on those golden wings	D
Which time has fettered now	K
Things that came o'er me with a thrill	I
And left me silent sad and still	I
And threw upon my brow	K
A holier and a gentler cast	P
That was too innocent to last	P
'T is strange how thought upon a child	Q
Will like a presence sometime press	D
And when his pulse is beating wild	Q
And life itself is in excess	D
When foot and hand and ear and eye	R
Are all with ardor straining high	R
How in his heart will spring	S
A feeling whose mysterious thrall	J
Is stronger sweeter far than all	J
And on its silent wing	S
How with the clouds he'll float away	F
As wandering and as lost as they	F

Nathaniel Parker Willis

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