Little Boy Blue
by Eugene
Field
The Little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and stanch he
stands;
And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
And his musket
moulds in his hands.
Time was when the little toy dog was new,
And the
soldier was passing fair,
And that was the time 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 a noise!"
So toddling off to
his trundle-bed
He dreamt of the pretty toys.
And as he was dreaming,
an angel song
Awakened our Little Boy Blue,-
Oh, the years are many
the years are long,
But the little toy friends are true.
Ay,
faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand,
Each in the same old
place,
Awaiting the touch of a little hand,
The smile of a little
face.
And they wonder, as waiting these long years through,
In the
dust of that little chair,
What has become of our Little Boy Blue
Since he kissed them and put them there
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