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Where is my boy, my boy --
In what far part of the world?
The boy I loved best of all in the school? --
I, the teacher, the old maid, the virgin heart, / Who made them all my children.
Did I know my boy aright, / Thinking of him as a spirit aflame, / Active, ever aspiring?
Oh, boy, boy, for whom I prayed and prayed / In many a watchful hour at night, / Do you remember the letter I wrote you / Of the beautiful love of Christ?
And whether you ever took it or not, / My boy, wherever you are, / Work for your soul's sake, / That all the clay of you, all of the dross of you, / May yield to the fire of you, / Till the fire is nothing but light! .
Nothing but light!