My boy--my boy!
"My lovely, laughing, rosy, dimpled, child,
I call upon thee, when the sun shines clearest;
In the dark lonely night, in accents wild,
I breathe thy treasured name, my best and dearest--
My boy--my boy!
"The hand of God has press'd me very sore--
Oh, could I clasp thee once more as of yore,
And kiss thy glowing cheeks' soft velvet bloom,
I would resign thee to the Almighty Giver