Only A Boy

Only a Boy
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Only a boy, with his noise and fun
The verlest mystery under the sun;
As brimful of mischief, and wit, and glee,
As over a human fraine can be
And as hard to manage us-what? ah mel
‘Tis hard to tell,
Yet we love him well

Only a boy, with his fearful tread
Who cannot be driven, but must be led:
Who troubles the neighbors’ dogs and cats,
And tears more clothes and spoils more hats,
Loses more tops, and kites, and bats,
Than would stock a stora
For a year or more

Only a boy, with his wild, strange ways,
With his idle hours and his busy days;
With his queer remarks, and his old repites,
Sometimes foolish, and sometimes wise
Often brilliant, for one of his size
As a meteor hurled
From the planet world

Only a boy, with his wild, strange ways,
With his idle hours and his busy days;
With his queer remarks, and his old repites,
Sometimes foolish, and sometimes wise
Often brilliant, for one of his size
As a meteor hurled
From the planet world

Only a boy, who will be a man,
If nature goes on with its first great plan-
If water, or fire, or some fatal snare,
Conspire not to rob us of this our heir
Our blessing, our trouble, our rest, our care,
Our torment, our joy!
“Only a boy”