Little Boy Blue.

Little Boy Blue.
EUGENE FIELD.
416.8

The little toy dog is covered with dust.
Yet sturdy and stanch he stands;
The little toy soldier is red with rust,
And his musket molds in his hands.

Time was when the little toy dog was new,
And the soldier was passing fair.
And that was the tinie when our Little Boy Blue
Kissed them and put them there.

“Now don’t you go till I come,” he said,
“And don’t you make any noise.
And, toddline off to his trundle bed.
He dreamt of his pretty toys.

And while he was dreaming an angel song
Awakened our Little Boy Blue.
Oh, the years are many, the years are long.
Yet our little toy friends are true.

As faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand.
Fach in the same old place.
Awalting the touch of a little hand.
The mile of a little face.

And I wonder, as waiting the long years through.
In the dust of that little chair,
If they wonder what has become of Little Hoy Blue
Since he kissed them and put them there.