Remember whence you came
In boyhood's days.
And in Life's wider years
Look back on hopes and fears,
Sweetened with Memory's tears,
And blame and praise."
When he had finished I had a lump in my throat and a mist before my eyes, so that I could hardly see him as he sat at the piano.
A few minutes later I thought I heard Little Yeogh Wough come in. I went to his room, but he was not there. There was a sheet from an exercise book on the floor, which the wind that came in at the open window had evidently blown off the table. I picked it up and looked at it, and saw that the writing on it was a poem which the Boy had copied from a recent number of the "Westminster Gazette."
I read the lines through carelessly at first; but when I came to the third or fourth line I knew that if he was to get out to the Front and get killed this poem would haunt me always. I found myself murmuring the words over:
"I shall remember miraculous things you said