Old arms will mow and reap;

There'll be new flowers on the plain,

New lambs among the sheep;

But never in this world of men

Shall we two be as we were then.

Your feet have touched the ground, my bird,

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And now your wondering eyes

Will gaze no more as if they heard

A seraph in the skies:

A little boy, with leap and shout

You'll wildly chase your dreams about.

But when you are a man, soft thing,

And life has made you stern,

May we who watched you in your spring

Still feel our babe return

In hallowed moments, such as shine

When thought or deed makes man divine.

 

 

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