The Return
He went, and he was gay to go;
And I smiled on him as he went—
My boy! 'Twas well he didn't know
My darkest dread, or what it meant—
Just what it meant to smile and smile
And let my son go cheerily—
My son … and wondering all the while
What stranger would come back to me.
And I smiled on him as he went—
My boy! 'Twas well he didn't know
My darkest dread, or what it meant—
Just what it meant to smile and smile
And let my son go cheerily—
My son … and wondering all the while
What stranger would come back to me.
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