Johnson, Clifton, 1865-1940, ed · New York, L. A. Noble · leaf 198
nty grace;From my heart I give thee joy—I was once a barefoot boy! Oh for boyhoods time of June,Crowding years in one brief noon,When all things I heard or saw,Me, their master, waited for.I was rich in flowers and trees,Humming-birds and honey-bees;For my sport the squirrel played,Plied the… … The Barefoot Bop Quite Like a Stocking 173 Cheerily, then, my little man,Live and laugh, as boyhood can!Though the flinty slopes be hard,Stubble-speared the new-mown sward,Every morn shall lead thee throughFresh baptisms of the dew.Every evening from thy feetShall the cool wind kiss the heat.Ah!…
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