Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест)

Memory

I stood and watched him playing,
A little lad of three,
And back to me came straying
The years that used to be;
In him the boy was Maying
Who once belonged to me.

The selfsame brown his eyes were
As those that once I knew;
As glad and gay his cries were,
He owned his laughter, too.
His features, form and size were
My baby's, through and through.

His ears were those I'd sung to;
His chubby little hands
Were those that I had clung to;
His hair in golden strands
It seemed my heart was strung to
By love's unbroken bands.

With him I lived the old days
That seem so far away;
The beautiful and bold days
When he was here to play;
The sunny and the gold days
Of that remembered May.

I know not who he may be
Nor where his home may be,
But I shall every day be
In hope again to see
The image of the baby
Who once belonged to me.

1. Laughter
2. Home (It takes a heap o’ livin’ in a house t’ make it home)
3. The Boy Soldier
4. The Home Builders
5. Bud

Jones Very (Джонс Вери) Memory ("Soon the waves so lightly bounding")

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