A brave, free-hearted, careless one,
With his unchecked, unbidden joy,
His dread of books and love of fun,
And in his clear and ready smile,
Unshaded by a thought of guile,
And unrepressed[61] by sadness,—
Which brings me to my childhood back,
As if I trod its very track,
And felt its very gladness.
2. And yet, it is not in his play,